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[lastwished-a]

‘ i love you bitch. i ain’t gonna ever stop loving you …. bitch. ’

“ So, you’re a POET now, are you ? Catch me before I swoon. ”    There’s a joke about pens  &&  swords to be made here, she’s sure of it  –  but she keeps them to herself for now, lest she upstage him, throwing one arm over her eyes with impressive dramatic flare instead. It’s a sweet admission ; straightforward   &&   clunky  &&  oh so very GERALT that she wouldn’t expect   ( or even wish for )   anything otherwise. 

“ Better than any rubbish Dandelion’s written, that’s for damn sure. ”  

vines!! / accepting ( @hatesportals !! )

[akindlymonster-a]

“Bite me.”

Sexual Tension Starters || Accepting

“ Really, Geralt? ” The look Regis gave him was utterly unimpressed, eyebrows raised and a hand set upon his hip. “ While I hardly have an objection to flirting, must you use the most cliched line in the book? Surely that’s beneath a man of your prowess. ”

                                  @hatesportals

[revoltng]

            ‘   i  mourned  you , ‘     eskel  says ,    cheap  but  strong  liquor  warming  itself  in  his  throat .    his  eyes  are  downcast ,    his  blood  feels  heavier  than  usual ,    &    time  is  only  some  sort  of  thick  veil  pressing  into  his  skin .    this  is  how  the  winter  moon  usually  finds  him  when  it  presses  its  fingers  between  the  aging  stones  of  kaer  morhen ;    subdued ,    &    entirely  too  emotional  for  an  apathetic  mutant .      ‘  you  were  dead ,    wolf .  ‘

@hatesportals​  /  clicked.

[akindlymonster-a]

Shitty Mobile Starters || Accepting

" Did I ever tell you about the stray cat I found a-wandering Mere-Lachaiselongue? I named her Geralt the Second. "

@hatesportals

[akindlymonster-a]

Starter Call! || Accepting

“ Ah Geralt, I thought I heard the sounds of a rather one-sided battle going on. ” Regis seemed to appear as if from nowhere: one moment there was empty air and the next Geralt’s enigmatic friend was crouching beside his newest kill, viewing the corpse with an air of detached amusement. “ A decisive victory, as usual, my friend. Perhaps too decisive, my goodness---- what did this poor beast do to irk you so? ”

                       @hatesportals

[lastwished-a]

❛ You bewitched me. I proposed that very night. ❜

“  –  Is THAT how you tell it  ??  Dirty liar, you’re leaving out all the good parts ! ”    A light SMACK against his shoulder, betrayed by a playful smile pulling at her lips.    “ Not even the bit where you spanked the local apothecary in my name ? Or tumbling through portals  &&  onto unsuspecting seafood buffets ?? ”  

 Looking back, it feels like an entire a LIFETIME AGO  –   and, frankly, it might as well be. To think that there was ever a time where she didn’t know Geralt of Rivia   …  it feels wrong, somehow. As though he should’ve been ETCHED into her life from long before their paths would cross  –  and, my, did their paths ever cross. 

Her smile widens, half lost in memories of shouting curses  &&  buildings crashing all around them.

              “ You  &&  I are nothing if not romantics. ” 

the best how i met ur mother story in literary history / accepting! ( @hatesportals !! )

[lastwished-a]

“Now I have something I want to protect. It’s you.”

SHE DOESN’T NEED PROTECTION   &&    NEVER ASKED FOR IT  –  but that’s not what he means, Yennefer understands in an instant. She knows him too damn well not to. 

It’s less about the protection  &&  more about the intent. It’s about growing up with your hands wrapped around a silver sword, until they hardly know how to hold anything else. It’s killing and killing and killing, but not for a cause ;  killing because that’s what they built you to do. It’s about emptiness, she thinks. Wanting  SOMETHING MORE,  and finding it, somehow, 

–  IN HER.  The cause he finally chose to take up, and  damn her  if she still can’t piece together why. What has she ever done to deserve it ? What does he see that she’s always managed to miss ?  

She doesn’t ask, for fear he’ll struggle to find an answer. True to her SELFISH nature, she’ll continue to take what she doesn’t deserve. Maybe she’ll save the wisecracks,  just this once,  and gently slip her small hand into his.  ( She thinks it belongs there more than the sword does, at least ).  Another hand cups his cheek  &&  pulls him into a kiss, long and slow, careful to stay close, even after they part.

       “ Perhaps it’s all in vain, but after everything  …  I hope you won’t have to. ”

in my defense i’m weak for howl’s moving castle / accepting! ( @hatesportals !! )