#martyrshe

[wilczmin]

whatever  geralt  had  expected  to  get  out  of  this  fight  ,    he  knew  ,    a  split  second  before  it  happened  ,    he  wasn’t  going  to  get  .    one  moment  ,    he  threw  himself  upon  both  his  attackers  ,    caring  only  that  he  get  out  of  the  this  place  before  the  barrier  of  magic  that  trapped  him  here  could  send  out  another  searing  spark  at  his  back        another  moment  ,    and  philippa’s  magic  crackled  .    he heard the  deep  hum  of  a  portal        and  then  he  was  blinded  ,    his  wide  ,    potion-laced  pupils  unable  to  take  the  light  .

at  once  ,    he  was  thrown  against  the  wall  ,    the  crack  of  his  skull  resounding  around  the  large  alcove  .    he  slid  to  the  floor  in  a  heap  .        ❛        ugh  .        ❜  his  head  pounded  from  the  impact  . he could hear no other footsteps but philippa's . wonderful .        ❛        didn’t  need  any  of  your  pretty  magic  .        ❜

@martyrshe  .    ‘  easy  magic  is  pretty  .    great  magic  requires  that  you  trouble  the  waters  .    ’  /  hello!

❛        do  you  know  ,    philippa  ,        ❜        said  the  witcher  ,    as  he  sat  up  ,    dizzy  ,    and  leaned  forward  over  his  thighs  to  lift  at  his  slashed  trousers  ,    tugging  them  away  from  his  calf  .    blood  still  oozed  the  gash  .    he  couldn’t  feel  it  .    ❛  i’m  beginning  to  tire  of  your  great  magic  .    it  is  one  thing  to  wield  your  magic  for  some  grand  scheme  which  requires  sacrifices  to  be  made  .    it  is  another  to  flaunt  a  grand  spell  simply  to  trouble  circumstances  .    did  you  know  that  there  are  ,    say  ,    better  options  for  stopping  certain  targets  from  reporting  back  to  gods  know  who  about  the  whereabouts  of  people  who  are  important  to  us  ?    ones  that  don’t  require  the  target  to  actually  ,    i  don’t  know  …  get  away  ?        ❜        with  grit  teeth  ,    he  tore  a  strip  of  fabric  off  the  ankle  ,    tying  it  tightly  around  his  wound  .    even  now  ,    he  felt  bitter  about  things  that  happened  long  past  .        ❛        i  am  tired  ,    magician  .    perhaps  you  haven’t  noticed  ,    but  i  have  done  ,    and  will  continue  to  do  ,    everything  that  is  within  my  power  to  protect  my  ward  .    whatever  idea  you  have  ,    in  that  head  of  yours  ,    for  what  you  wish  to  involve  her  in  is  also  my  own  concern  .    as  much  as  it  in  yen’s  ,    as  a  matter  of  fact  .        ❜

breathing  heavily  still  ,    he  hauled  himself  back  ,    leg  outstretched  instinctively  rather  than  because  of  any  throbbing  ,    so  that  he  could  lean  upon  the  cool  stone  wall  .    he  leaned  his  head  back  ,    eyes  shut  .    he  should  have  strayed  out  of  it  .    he  didn’t  .    at  least  he  couldn’t  feel  the  pain  ,    or  really  anything  right  now  .

❛        before  you  start  ,    spare  me  the  lecture  ,    please  .    i  know  it’s  just  as  much  a  surprise  to  you  to  see  me  here  as  it  is  to  me  that  you’re  here  in  the  first  place  .    and  thank  you  for  saving  me  .    even  if  it  was  unintentional  .    i  tend  to  interfere  when  i  think  it  is  necessary  to  do  so  .        ❜        what  he  really  wanted  to  do  was  to  stand        and  so  he  did  ,    slowly  ,    keeping  his  wounded  leg  lifted  and  his  weight  balanced  on  the  wall  .    a  damn  shame  it  wasn’t  his  bad  leg  that  was  hurt  .    as  long  as  he  couldn’t  feel  his  knee  ,    he  didn’t  care  .    instead  ,    he  turned  to  face  her  ,    squinting  ,    eyes  still  mostly  black  .    ❛        never  mind  that  .    what  brought  you  here  ,    of  all  places  ?  you had awfully good timing .       ❜

▬ *  sentence prompts !            𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .

[daffodillz]

@martyrshe​ said :  ❛  you know me. nothing i like more than breaking rules.  ❜ / for margarita if you're feeling like it!  /  w*tcher 3 prompts

———  ❛ YES, BUT THIS IS NOT MERELY ‘ breaking rules ‘. you are rewriting the rules entirely. ❜ the thanedd coup had destroyed the brotherhood of sorcerers beyond repair, though one could argue the events of that night were merely the breaking point that had been long coming. but what philippa proposed was not a new brotherhood: it was a secret organization, beyond the control of kings, that would have it’s own ambitions. ❛ philippa, dear, you must understand this: i cannot be political. i do not mean that i don’t wish to be, though that is also true. i must be neutral because aretuza must be neutral. ❜ no matter the wars that waged without, no matter the decades and centuries that passed, aretuza must be a safe place for any child possessing magic. it, and she, must be above politics.

 ❛ if you mean for this lodge to declare for one side or another in the war, then i am truly sorry but i cannot join you, though i’m still honoured by your invitation. ❜

[rhpsdys]

@martyrshe ♪ ♪ ♪ starter call !

back against the wide trunk of a tree, foot braced with the heel of your boot wedged in the rough bark, your hands move with practiced ease, drawing out a melancholic melody from the strings of your violin. your eyes are trained on a bird circling above, something deeply familiar causing your chest to well with emotion. it disappears from your field of vision && you sigh, looking back down —

...&& a few moments later, a person steps into your line of sight from around another tree, && you freeze, bow in hand, && slowly lower your right arm. "..." embarrassed to have been caught in a moment of meditative performance, you clear your throat. "ah... i'm sorry. i didn't expect anyone else to be here... i was just passing through."

[doecharmed-arc]

it was strange how quickly things could change. how things could spin completely out of control in a matter of moments. diagon alley was a hub of activity. the air filled with lively conversion and joyous chatter. kids ran from window to window, excitedly pulling their parents by the hand. no doubt shopping for new supplies for the upcoming school year. the first that she wouldn’t be returning to hogwarts. it’s bittersweet.

then, suddenly, everything shifts. a darkness decends, almost like the sun had gone out. around her screams erupt, people start to panic, the alley turns to chaos as blinding lights are cast into the crowd. lily isn’t sure when, exactly, she lost track of marlene. one minute her best friend was beside her, debating various flavours of ice cream, and the next she was lost in the crowd.

her wand is gripped tightly in hand as she runs. through back alleys, trying to keep away from the hoard of panicked shoppers.   ❝   marlene ! ❞      the name rips from her throat in a gut wrenching scream. lily trips, but she doesn’t stop to look behind her. to see what, or who, had been laying in her path. she feels sick. bile rising in her as she refuses to consider an alternative. marlene had to be fine, to be safe. lily doesn’t know what she would do if she wasn’t.   ❝   marlene ! ❞      this time the word is seeped in desperation. emerald gaze catches sight of the ghostly green apparition floating in the sky above her and her throat goes dry.   dear merlin, please be alive.

                   @martyrshe​          liked !

[herrage]

⭐!!

so my NATURAL inclination is to send my fantasy-adjacent muses bc they would be a lot easier to mesh in terms of interactions!

- giles

- cassandra

- sascha

[percivalofsalm]

"i never expected you to visit me here," percy says, standing in his study over a table of open books. his back faces philippa, but she can probably see the way his muscles tense at her sudden appearance if she looks close enough -- -- percy does not get a lot of magical visitors here; it's why he separated himself from the brotherhood. tensions are running high in oxenfurt, and it's alarming that his charms can just be broken.

though, is he surprised? @martyrshe is an incredible enchantress. he turns his head over his shoulder to acknowledge her finally, purplish blue eyes gazing curiously. still, percival does not move entirely to face her, not yet, notebook in hand.

"to what do i owe the pleasure, philippa? shall i make us some tea, or is this a different kind of visit?"

[crzrl]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙻𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁𝚂, when ciri passes by the flames once more, pacing restlessly. she can't get her thoughts in order. ❛   i've told you before i've not much conscious control over it.   ❜ frustration rings in ciri's voice. her head throbs with strain of trying to actively think through the process of her traveling. ❛   sometimes i can put my mind to a place and go there, but sometimes the time is still wrong. i've gotten better at it, but ...    ❜ she is reminded, then, of hours spent under yennefer's instruction, similarly making her eyelids heavy and her thoughts feel like she's wading through mud. her pacing continues, not even slowing when she raises her arms to retie her hair.

❛   aren't you supposed to know all about it ?   ❜ there is some bite to her tone, a short glare thrown in @martyrshe's direction.

[bladewarde]

❝ keep them looking over their shoulder, and they won’t ever see what’s right in front of them. ❞ / @martyrshe

Philippa sounds as though she were trying to convince her, a fact she's sure that she's aware of despite there being no need to do so. While the majority of Laera's time has been spent out of the bounds of court life, and catching whispers of what the sorceresses of her former cohort were up to, never could she believe it measured on such a scale. In truth, understanding the implications of Philippa's proposal fall short, yet still, her interest is tightly held: Laera is wholly convinced.

❝ Sounds duplicitous, ❞ She replies with the faintest of smirks, her hands lacing at her front. What Philippa tells her, and from what she's heard aligns: Hintings of dark plots, an assembly of their finest sorceresses and the like… ❝ Is it wrong of me to say I expected nothing less? ❞ Conventiently she leaves out ' from you ', but perhaps ambition is something that they, as sorceresses, all possess. A lesson woven into their exsistence at Aretuza to not only harness their magic, but to be the guiding hand behind the thrones of the Northern Kingdoms.

The thought pulls a hum from her throat, crossing the floor of the home she's made for herself wildly scattered with books, the odd artifact, and a sharpened sword. Despite being a former colleague and sorceress, the simplicity of Laera's appearance wouldn't betray her as such to the public: Her orange hair neatly plaited, dressed in a loose fitting shirts and trousers. To anyone observing, she appears like an inconspicuous resident. ❝ What exactly are you wanting from all this, Philippa? In the very end, I mean. What are you 'oping to achieve? ❞ It would careless of her to not ask; her goals have never truly been obvious, but she's always advocated for furthering the pursuits of magic, their talents. ❝ And more importantly, what do you want me to give? ❞