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Her eyes flick upwards, stolen away from her empty tankard at his entrance. As if she expected it. Anticipated it. Anticipated him. The hard set of her lips nearly curls into a smile at the sight of him, though the amusement glittered unabashedly in her eyes. “Another one,” she calls to the barkeep, lifting her tankard to bed another draught. “And you can put it on his tab.”
@mutagent ILUUUUU!
@mutagent sent: [ kiss ] >:3c from here
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 from across the fire that illuminated their camp, fingers busying themselves by toying with a loose thread on the hem of her shirt. the witcher worked in silence as he occupied himself cleaning and tending to his weapons, the silver of his sword glinting faintly from the barely-there light of the fire. geralt doesn’t seem to care as selene rises to her feet, silence still drifting in the air between them, her form growing closer to his. it is only when she is close enough that she can hear the vibrating medallion around his neck that he finally looks up to her, only to find her lips on his for a fleeting moment before she’s pulling back. a mischievous grin settles on the selene’s face as she pulls back and, without a word, heads towards her tent on the edge of camp.
@mutagent said : ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + ## ’ >:3c meme / not accepting .
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑱𝑨𝑹𝑳 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑻 the sound of hooves beating against the ground , the circlet upon her brow GLIMMERING in the setting sun . " They haven’t forced you to come out here and fetch me , have they ? " She asked as Geralt dismounted and came up beside her . She didn’t need him to answer to know it was the TRUTH . Nenya was probably tugging at at her blonde hair in worry , demanding the dawnguard track her down and bring her back . The breton wished she could say she was SURPRISED with how easily he found her , however she was aware of how good Geralt was when it came to tracking monsters . And apparently runaway Jarls .
“ Sit , ” Halla commanded gently , gesturing the spot next to her in the grass , “ they can wait for us both . ” When he complied , she hummed in APPROVAL . Slowly , the woman turned her attention back to the view that she had been so wrapped up in before he appeared . The way the sunlight danced on the blue waters of lake ilinalta was BREATHTAKING . It only reminded her of all the wonderful sights she would never get to see again . Either he sensed her DISCONTENT or had perhaps it was just good timing . A hand held the back of her head as lips brushed against her forehead , the stubble of his beard lightly scratching against her skin had been COMFORTING in a way . The Jarl found herself relaxing and leaning into him . For a very brief moment , everything had felt like it use to be . Halla’s mouth quirked slightly at that thought , “ I’m going to be sad when you leave . ”
3 . a kiss on the forehead .
starter for @mutagent
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃; something changed in the air, heavy and stifling, like a stone resting on their chest. there was no solace to be found when one knew they were being watched - always on guard, never allowing themselves to relax for fear that would be the moment that brought about their demise. for millennia she had existed without equal; for what enemy does a celestial being fear but time itself? left to her own devices, she would have burned brightly and consumed herself, leaving a mark in the night sky for all to witness well after she was gone.
now there lurked unknown threats just beyond the shadows. for days she had felt eyes watching her every movement, and for days she had gone without sleep. when exactly they had begun following her she couldn’t say - for she had allowed herself to grow too comfortable in the small forest she had taken refuge in; allowed herself to believe that, for a moment, she was safe. a foolish error on her part that she would never - could never - let happen again.
it was fate that she heard whispers of a witcher in the next town over after she had taken to the road in an attempt to outrun her unwanted shadow. selene could only hope that the weighty bag of coin on her hip would be more than enough to convince the man to take the job. it doesn’t take a keen mind to spot her target as she enters the tavern - no one else in the establishment dared be within six feet of his presence.
yet she displayed no hesitation as the distance between them is closed, the bag dropped unceremoniously on the table top as golden eyes lock onto a gaze not unlike her own. ❛ i’ve a job for you but i can’t discuss the details here. what say you, witcher? ❜
[ heal ] - both of them probably are prone to cuts and scrapes so whoever you want to be getting patched up is good by me :D
starters for quiet muses // accepting
❝ you witcher’s are a hopeless lot. ❞ she’s no stranger to the stubbornness, oft times stupidity, of men. those born and raised in the isles of skellige were a breed all their own, their careless ventures more a way to pass the time, a sport no matter the cost, but it’s astonishing in a way, that anyone could be simultaneously reckless and resilient. ❝ well ? sit down. take that off and let me have a look. cannae have you going out into the world reeking of fresh blood. you’ll attract every ravenous beast from here to cintra. ❞ she doesn’t bother waiting for him to settle before she proceeds, impatiently assisting in the removal of pierced leather so she might better assess the damage. touch lacks tenderness, calloused hands having only known winter and the weight of a shield and axe. her nature is coarse and it’s apparent, the an Craite way of life leaving no room for weakness or uncertainty, but he’s survived worse, that much she is certain of.
❝ harpy catch you unaware, hm ? ❞ in a basin filled with warm water ( and something smelling far stronger ) she soaks a piece of cloth before setting upon the task of cleaning his shoulder, taking the time to further inspect his injury in the process. it was deep enough to warrant stitching but not quite teetering on the edge of fatal. — @mutagent
❖ FEATURING : Cirilla Riannon & Geralt of Rivia // @mutagent ❖ meme ;; MORE MISC MEMES ❖ “ death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago. ”
Ciri nodded her head, as she looked toward the village. She knew it was, she didn’t have to be told twice. Though she wished she hadn’t seen death the way she had. She was a happy princess, loved by her people, her grandmama, by everyone. And she loved everyone. She was naive of the threats, yet it was blissful. Death came at her like a snake, slinking through the darkness of night until it stuck.
The poison of death drenched her land, took her grandmama from her, took her people, her friends.
Death took her life.
“I know,” She whispered, as she looked down, her finger reaching toward her emerald necklace. Death took her innocent, took her life, death took everything from her that she had ever known. “I know the pain that comes from it. But accepting it, and dealing with it are two different things,”
random starter for @mutagent .
" I envy you , Geralt . You get to come and go as you please , " she murmured SOFTLY , her silvery head tilting upwards to take in the bright sky , red tailed hawks gliding by and clouds slowly crawled across the endless expanse . Too long she had been COOPED UP in her longhouse . Every bone in her body ached for ADVENTURE , even if it was just a leisurely stroll around the village . A tiny smile played on the jarl’s lips as she turned her lilac gaze back on the white wolf , “ What brings you back to this dull old place ? Surely it isn’t just for a visit . ”
@mutagent asked: ❝ i can’t afford to love someone. ❞ ( oof !! )
⸺ 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝑙𝑖𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. so many people. now they were all GONE, one way or another. and if it was really true that the fate of a grey warden was under some ROCK in the deep roads, then ---
❝ me neither. ❞ she echoed. ❝ but i still wish that i COULD. ❞
