#ovvengerberg

[ovrivia-blog]

❝“first deserved, then desired,” as they say.❞ Geralt moved across the room as he spoke, arms still folded across chest.

❝and how many kisses do you deserve? last time we saw each other, you left me tied to the bed. hell of a thing to try and explain to the lady of the house.❞ Geralt made a face, the kind one makes when they’re served a cold meal with a chill already set in their bones. Coming up behind her, he rested his calloused hands against her soft, porcelain shoulders and lightly pressed his thumbs over the nape of her neck.

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[ofrva]

"What time is it..?" The sorceress grumbles against her pillow, having not so secretly stolen most of the blanket in the night.

GERALT jolts awake, his body moving faster than his mind. Despite the lack of blankets, his form is saturated in a thin layer of perspiration. Torpor makes his lids heavy, but he’s just barely able to summon fortitude enough to hold them open.

❝ Too early. ❞ The witcher grumbles, rubbing fatigue from his eyes. Under normal circumstances, he’d be embittered by the loss of sleep, but these aren’t normal circumstances. He’s had a nightmare, one more intense than any in recent memory. More so than most mornings, he’s eager to be off. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he retrieves his trousers from the floor and pulls them on. 

[ovrivia-blog]

"You were gone for weeks, and I don't get a kiss? For shame, Witcher."

❝never known you to be so needy before.❞