#lastwished

[spakonarchive]

@lastwished sent: 📜 for yen and ciri? :eyes:

[snarkomancy]

@lastwished cont. from here because i am so weak for modern verse text messages lmao

sms: dear friend 

[txt] I can’t believe you just called me that

[txt] and it was 28 parts just goes to show how much you notice

[txt] why is keira with you anyway

[txt] she told me she was going to force assire to go shopping LMAO

[txt] don’t tell me assire is there too

[txt] can you tell keira to call me she left me on read

[txt] and enid can choke on emhyr’s dick

[txt] yeah I said it and I’ll say it to her face too just watch me

[txt] are you coming on sat i need to know how many people to book the table for

[hdgewitch-a]

SMS : jennifer // @lastwished​

[ → ]  heyyyyyy yenna ✨✨✨✨ [ → ]  so u kno how i was supposed 2 babysit ciri for a bit [ → ]  well i did that and i did a pretty good job of that [ → ]  however uhhh [ → ]  oh fk how do i put this w out freakin u out ummnn [ → ]  so ciri wanted 2 pretend she was a wolf and bc im like basically the best auntsitter ever i was like ya! sure! thts fkin dope u funky little infant [ → ]  ya well she peed on the floor [ → ]  which i can totes handle on my own! jsyk. [ → ]  also she ate the paperwork you left on the counter while i was cleaning it [ → ]  pls help.

[lutanistbloomed]

@lastwished​ | continued from here

He tries (at least a little) to hide the look of indignation. Of all the ridiculous statements Yennefer could have made, implying that he was supposed to be the one paying attention to the map was certainly one of the most bizarre. The Great Bard Dandelion did not look at maps during journeys! He’d always considered himself more of a moral backbone for the journey, a balm for weary feet, a simple way to pass the time. It didn’t matter whether he’d actually been holding the map or not (even though he had been the one technically in charge of the map, if only because Yennefer’s hands needed to be free for something he didn’t fully understand) because that simply was not his job. “Was I watching?” he repeats, turning to look at the sorceress. “I was watching my feet, yes. You could have picked a path that was less full of fallen logs, you know.”

[takivvatanga]

@lastwished cont. from here because i am also high key invested in them and have no self control

She pulls her sheet around herself protectively, eyes firmly fixed on the screen in front of her. Assire is watching every single one of Yennefer’s movements, in awe of the steadiness of her hands, the certainty in her voice. Everything about her is perfect, her hair, her nails, her makeup, and it sends Assire into a state of existential dread that has her retreat deeper into the security of the covers. All that remains visible is her eyes, large and full of apprehension, a handful of stray, rather greasy curls.  

An odd assortment of items is visible on the nightstand beside her, empty cups and open books, a stray plastic fork, a tangle of cords – chargers, cables, headphones, carelessly discarded breakfast bar wrappers.

“What if they’re horrible to me? I’m not like them.” She lets herself collapse backwards onto the bed, her phone’s camera catching a flash of pyjama pants, a washed out no longer quite black with a crescent moon and stars pattern. “Yenna, they scare me. What if I say something wrong, like, something super weird? What if they laugh at me?”

Her voice is small and worried, half muffled by the sheet that she has now pulled entirely over her head. 

“I haven’t even showered or anything.” 

She stretches, utters a sound that’s half hum half sigh, abruptly pulls away the sheet and sits bolt upright, her t-shirt is creased and frayed at the shoulder. Assire tugs at the hem, casts a furtive glance at her phone.

“I like the other set of earrings better. The ones you tried on before.”  

[twicexbladedarchived]

small chance, indeed, and yet here he was, contemplating about it over and over again. perhaps he was overthinking things, which most likely was truly the case, though geralt couldn’t help but wonder how yen put up with his shit at times. then there were days where the witcher thought himself unworthy of yen’s presence and love, there were days where both yelled at one another and days where they’d just share soft, intimate moments. no matter how things went between them, however, geralt knew one thing — yennefer was the best thing that happened to him.

he loved her, cherished her, worshipped her, even if in public he rarely showed it. there were times where they estranged themselves from one another, haven’t seen one another for years, which albeit was the reason of his statement. it was fear speaking, fear of losing her — something he didn’t want happening.

“depends on how you look at it, i suppose. we know one another better than we’d dare to admit at this point. it’s both good and bad thing. do you think things would be different if our memories of one another were erased and we met anew?”

@lastwished​          /          continued.

[revoltng]

            ‘  are  you  sure ?  ‘    eskel  asks ,    cat-pupiled  eyes  examining  her  gaze  for  any  loophole  or  explanation .    ‘   i  heard  about  that  one  sorceress ,   lydia  van  bredevoort ...    her  whole  jaw  was  gone ! ‘    

                he  momentarily  raises  his  voice ,    feels  immensely  bad  about  it ,    &    rubs  his  scar  out  of  guilt .      ‘  covering  up  this  must  be  easy  in  comparison .    there  has  to  be  some  sort  of  potion  or  ointment  or  something ,   yennefer .  ‘

@lastwished  /  clicked.

[monstriiss]

yen liking drath’s sass got her like

“Well... hello there.”

@lastwished