#humilemvatis

[zagubionywilk]

       >> ⚔️ <<           A RUMBLE LEFT HIS THROAT    as the wolf     nosed    at his cheek as he provided mild    affection    toward the bard.          ❝         YOU DRIVE ME  nuts but i still care for you.    you know that right    ??          ❞       

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[espressc]

@humilemvatis​

It’s pathetic the number of taverns Yennefer has entered after recovering from her wounds. If a man does not want to be found then what is the point of searching for him - especially when that man is a lying ass. She sighs begrudgingly as she pushes open the door to another noisy tavern. It’s packed with people, “Ale, please,” she demands from the keep. Violet eyes search around the bustling room for a familiar face. This time she manages to find one, but it’s not the one she’s looking for but it’s better than nothing.

Yennefer stands over Jaskier, “Well you look like shit,” she observes. She looks around the table for a pair of swords. Brows furrow together. Nothing to be seen. “Left on your own mini adventure?” she questions while making herself welcome across from him. “Love not working in your favor?”

[onapali]

          >> 🐈 <<                ❝           WHAT’S A COLORFUL    bard like you doing in a dilapidated place such as this one    ??    you lose your    WOLF    ??             ❞        geralt of rivia’s scent is interlaced with this mans,    interesting and hard to ignore.    perhaps they could gain some information    ??

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[inexhaustiblywild]

@humilemvatis​ 

Ernessa sat at the corner of the little bar listening to the live band as her friends chatted away, but she found it hard to look away from the lead singer, the way he vocalised and how in love he seemed with his own songs made her think of her own music. Later that night she’d probably remember this song and see if she could play it in the piano. Her friend Siobhan nudged her lightly to ask her if she wanted a refill, but she shook her, not looking away even for her.

Her refill arrived, the song changed, and still, she did not (could not) look away.

Once the set ended, she found her trans broke as the chatter of the bar crowd rose and assaulted her hearing. It felt too overwhelming and she found herself outside, breathing the cold winter’s air into her lungs. It took her a few minutes to return inside, and instead of going to her friends she made her way to the bar. The singer stood there by his adoring fans but Ernessa broke through the crowd in grace. Her lips curled into a smile, red and vicious but her eyes were soft as was her voice. “That was brilliant,” She breathes and it hitches, she can almost hear him sing again. “Let me buy you a drink.” 

[platkisloneczne]

                >> 🌻 <<                  ❝            A RUDE MAN CAME BY    earlier,   spouting all sorts of expletives    .  .    what did you    do,    papa.    i haven’t even been out long enough this week to piss someone’s husband off    .  .          ❞          

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[spells-and-scales]

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“How about we start with introductions? I’m aware it might sound… silly, but it’s a good restart and we never actually introduced ourselves since I was… well, dying at the time.” He offered a hand, feeling it better than a bow or something else. “Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove— but, of course, I don’t go by any of that and instead go by Jaskier.”

She took his hand the years of working for nobles at court coming back in the single gesture. She had wanted it so deeply in her youth but had felt confining once she had gotten it, though it had at least drilled enough of court knowledge to how she should respond. “I’m Yennefer of Vengerberg.” The very fact he was titled, but didn’t hold that anyone she could remember, said a lot about his character.

[rebelliousfamily]

@humilemvatis​ continued from here

“I may have gone to a party.” Ciri answered and gave a slightly innocent smile. She knew that she was safe with Jaskier. “A party that had no parents. And some alcohol.” She confessed. “But this girl invited me and I like her a lot. So, I wanted to go and see her.”

[unofficialhistcrian-arch]

@humilemvatis​ || continued from here!

          A nervous laugh. Nervous because he’s asking a fair, good question. And nervous because he’s asking a question that Mary herself doesn’t quite know the answer to. She sips at her tea, waiting for a response to come to her. Which... was the issue, wasn’t it? That she was constantly waiting? “I suppose,” she begins, her gaze cast to the side for a moment, “a sign?”