#interaction tbt

[cobrathieved-a]

@biteofwinter​ said:  “  You’re  my  kink.  ”

A grin of pure mischief appears on Jay’s face from where he lay coiled around Alice. Her kink, huh? That was a new one, though not a completely unwelcome thought, all things considered. His fingers lightly trail her skin beneath her shirt before he presses a kiss to her cool skin, his own body a furnace, “Is that so?” He murmurs softly. They had been sleeping, just sleeping. But now it was morning and they had an entire day ahead of them. “And what do you suppose we do about that?” He asks, his fingers drawing idle circles along her skin.

[defectivctwin]

     “wow hunter, you’re looking different... did you get a haircut?” @pridcful​

[ofprodigalson]

( closed starter for @hcnnxh-m. )

JULIAN LIKED TO THINK that he was a smart man and something told him he should have been smart enough to decline hannah’s offer when she called him and invited him over. it was not like he didn’t enjoy the blonde’s company - when he thought about her, he only remembered fun times - but that was just the thing: her presence seemed to make him throw all caution to the wind, so seeing her while he struggled to stay remotely sober was a risky game. still, instead of giving her a call to cancel their little meeting he pulled his jacket over his shoulders and made his way out of his apartment and into the cold air of new york’s streets to head toward his destination. there was enough time to change his mind, enough time to turn back, but julian didn’t do it. he knocked on her door and greeted her with a grin as soon as she opened the door, wiping all traces of hesitation from his features. ❛ hey. thanks for the call. i come bearing gifts. ❜ his grin widened as he dangled two bottles of alcohol in front of her. they were not the only things that he brought, but there was no need for a public display of that, was there?

[cobrathieved-a]

@biteofwinter​ said:  “  I  couldn’t  think  of  a  better  person  to  be  judging  other  people  with.  ”

People watching was definitely one of Jay’s favorite past times, especially in Auradon where it felt like everyone was royalty. Everyone except for him, of course. He was definitely used to feeling like an outsider. He imagined she could relate. He stretches out on the blanket they had laid on the lawn, a grin appearing on his face as he looked up at her, “Well, there aren’t a lot of people here in Auradon who are as cynical as you and me,” He points out with a wink. “Who else could you have such a good time with?”

[wiedzm1n]

@wornkindness ♡’d for a starter

it was the fulfillment of a contract that brought the witcher to linuess. it seemed a quaint contrast to the dark and gloomy ruins of a castle that was kaer morhen upon first glance. but geralt’s keen witcher senses allowed him to easily detect the dark undertones that lay underneath. perhaps that was why it hadn’t taken long for him to be summoned to an audience with the queen.

it certainly wasn’t because the company of a witcher was an irresistible prospect.

❝  your majesty,  ❞  geralt maintained a level of courteousness while remaining stiffly upright; he didn’t bow. refused to babble into the never-ending game of politics.  ❝  i don’t mean to be presumptuous, but neither can I feign ignorance. i believe i can assume the reason for this meeting.  ❞

[wiedzm1n]

@lunarfey  said  :  i  once  dreamed  of  this  place  .  it's  real  ?

geralt  squinted  at  the  clearing,  the  sunlight  filtering  through  the  dense  canopy  of  leaves.  it  was  a  place  of  an almost  eerie  tranquility,  a  pocket  of  serenity  in  the  heart  of  the  wild.  he'd  seen  his  share  of  strange  places  in  his  travels,  but  this  …  felt  different.  older.  more  …  primal.  more  haunting  than  it  was  fantastical,  geralt  thought  as  his  feline  eyes  took  in  the  surrounding  forest.  completely  desolate  —  other  than  the  multitude  of  trees  hunched  over  underneath  the  weight  of  its  absence  of  leaves.

❝   it  is,   ❞   he  confirmed,  his  voice  gruff.   ❝   though  perhaps  not  exactly  as  you  dreamt  it.   ❞   he  glanced  at  luna,  her  eyes  wide  with  a  mixture  of  wonder  and  apprehension.  another  dreamer.  but  maybe  he  shouldn’t  have  been  all  but  surprised,  however.  this  forest  —  eerie  as  it  was  —  did  seem  ideal  for  her  kind.  and  for  a  passing  moment,  geralt  was  immensely  grateful  for  the  swords  on  his  back.  a  precaution  that  often  came  in  handy.

❝   dreams  can  be  …  deceptive,   ❞   he  added,  his  gaze  sweeping  over  the  clearing.   ❝   they  often  twist  the  truth,  exaggerate,  or  simply  get  things  wrong.   ❞   he  paused,  studying  her  face.   ❝   what  did  you  dream,  exactly?   ❞

[wiedzm1n]

@desmonti  said  :  ❝  you  don’t  frighten  easily.  ❞

❝   frightened?   ❞   geralt  scoffed,  the  sound  dry  as  winter  leaves.  frightened?  he'd  faced  dragons,  faced  down  wraiths,  stared  into  the  abyss  of  a  djinn's  madness.  things  that  would  curdle  the  blood  of  lesser  men.  things  that  would  make  you  beg  for  oblivion.  what  could  this  …  thing  possibly  do  to  him?

dettlaff,  with  his  pale  skin  and  eyes  like  chips  of  ice,  was  certainly  an  unsettling  sight.  an  unnatural  beauty,  a  creature  of  nightmares.  but  geralt  had  faced  worse.  monsters  that  lurked  in  the  shadows,  whispering  promises  of  oblivion.  monsters  that  preyed  on  the  innocent.

he  studied  the  vampire,  his  gaze  unwavering.  dettlaff,  with  his  aristocratic  bearing  and  unsettling  grace,  was  a  creature  of  contradictions.  a  predator  masquerading  as  something  …  else.  perhaps  a  lost  soul,  trapped  in  an  eternal  twilight.  or  perhaps  something  far  more  sinister.

❝   i've  faced  worse,   ❞   geralt  said,  his  voice  low  and  dangerous.  he  paused,  studying  the  vampire.   ❝   but  i  am  not  here  to  fight.   ❞   after  all,  there  had  been  no  contracts  on  this  vampire.  not  yet.

he  reached  for  his  swords,  the  familiar  weight  a  comforting  presence.  a  precaution,  nothing  more.   ❝   i  want  to  understand.   ❞   he  fixed  dettlaff  with  a  steady  gaze.   ❝   what  are  you?  what  do  you  want?   ❞

he  hoped  his  words  would  not  be  met  with  violence.  but  he  was  prepared  for  any  outcome.

[wiedzm1n]

@loreforged  said  :  ❝  i’m  one  of  the  lucky  ones.  depending  on  your  definition  of  luck.  ❞ /   pypar  !

it  was  a  simple  question.  one  that  was  used  to  make  way  for  some  form  of  introduction,  at  the  very  least.  who  are  you  was  usually  followed  up  with  a  name,  a  title,  or  at  least  some  identification.  geralt  couldn’t  help  but  shake  his  head;  not  necessarily  disappointed  in  the  unorthodox  social  etiquette  for  it  did  provide  a  means  to  distinguish  him  by  —  something  other  than  the  too  large  ears  he  wore  proudly  on  either  side  of  his  head.  no,  it’s  actually  a  clever  answer, geralt’s  thoughts  were  made  known  by  the  way  that  his  lips  were  pulled  back  into  a  smile,  revealing  a  set  of  teeth.

what  was  my  definition  of  luck,  anyway?  probably  the  same  as  his,  or  the  same  as  anyone  else  wearing  their  all-black  furs  within  the  castle.  while  geralt  himself  was  no  crow,  he  supposed  that  he  wasn’t  too  terribly  different.  If  you  studied  the  two  closely  enough.  night’s  watch  and  witchers  …  what’s  the  difference  truly?  aside,  of  course,  from  the  silver  hair  and  the  golden  cat  eyes  that  set  geralt  apart  from  the  others.

warriors  and  protectors  who  worked  tirelessly  to  ensure  that  there  was  a  realm  at  all.  and  yet  —  despite  all  their  efforts  —  they  were  taken  in  vain.  perhaps  that  was  why  —  unlike  the  free  folk  north  of  the  wall  —  the  witchers  and  the  nights  watch  have  been  able  to  uphold  a  certain  respect  for  the  other  throughout  the  years.

if  not  altogether  allies,  then  at  least  that  was  what  had  allowed  the  two  groups  to  hold  onto  the  olive  branch  extended  between  them.

❝   if  that’s  the  case,  then  you  seem  quite  lucky,  indeed.   ❞   he  smiled,  a rather  terrible  and  ugly  sort  of  sight,  but  geralt  was  never  so  vain  as  to  care  much.  never  mind  that  there  just  so  happened  to  be  more  pressing  matters  at  the  moment.  he  nodded  towards  the  general  direction  where  a  group  of  men  were  huddled  close  by  the  hearth,  seemingly  providing  and  receiving  medical  attention.  a  grim  sight,  but  no  doubt  one  that  the  men  of  castle  black  were  already  well  accustomed  to.  and  with  all  the  chaos  and  disorder  running  rampant  within  the  castle  walls  —  with  all  of  his  mutated  heightened  senses  —  geralt  still  couldn’t  see  that  the  end  was  imminent.

❝   you  think  everyone  else  will  be  able  to  boast  about  having  the  same  kind  of  luck  as  you  come  tomorrow?   ❞