“ really ciri, we can talk about all of this a different time. you have lessons --- this is no time for chatter in old folk tale. it was a long time ago. ” ( * @paniczasu

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“ really ciri, we can talk about all of this a different time. you have lessons --- this is no time for chatter in old folk tale. it was a long time ago. ” ( * @paniczasu
Continued from x
There was fragility in prejudice and, without it, there wouldn’t have been prejudice at all in the first place. Not the kind that would see colour where most didn’t in a flower, or pick up on the melodic thrill of the birds just outside the window that would greet the coming of a new morn, but a vile sort of fragility… A fragility that got a name of its own, and it was called bias.
Elves, too, were an incredibly fragile race in their hatred towards humanity and everything that made one human. So why was it that Avallac’h looked beyond hatred and allowed a lass of such despicable species this close to him? What was so special about Cirilla other than her likeness to Lara Dorren? Both in character and guise. Part of him wanted to believe that Lara Dorren, through Ciri, had returned to him. While the other half wished not for his memories of the former lover to be tainted by those he was building with a human.
Crystalline eyes swept up and down her body until Cirilla’s request brought them back to her face.
Would you mind horribly if I ask you to kiss me again ?
Her words damn near pierced through his resistances, although not enough to fuel him into action. Instead, Avallac’h reached out to cradle her jaw in his palm, once again stroking the jutting apple of her cheek, feeling the ridge of Cirilla’s scar render the skin uneven.
“You haven’t answered my question.” He reminded her. Although distant and cold by nature, those unnaturally pale eyes burned hot in what could only have been understood as confined desire, simmering deep into his bones like an underwater geyser.
@paniczasu
↳ @paniczasu asked, “Do you love me?”
His breath hitched in his throat and the fingers that held the book he had been reading became clumsy. He scrambled to catch it as it tumbled from his grip, but ultimately failed as it landed pages-down with a resounding ‘thwap’. For all of his foresight, for all of his gifts, she had once more managed to catch him completely off guard.
How could such an innocent question feel so dangerous? Silently, he retrieved the fallen tome, carefully unbending the more unfortunate pages. What to say? How to answer? There was so much bound up in him that it would take forever to untangle. He was not ready. But when would he ever?
“I... don’t know how to respond.”
@paniczasu said: "STO LAT, GRANDMAMA!" there's no warning, no preamble, but a burst of energy of a girl only five can muster as a tiny body flings herself on her grandmama's body over the covers. "did you know it was your birthday, grandmama? i did. i'm very smart, you know, which is why i don't need mousesack--," and here it is, a start to calanthe's day, a five-year-old bullying her way under the covers talking about how she shouldn't need lessons anymore since she knows absolutely everything.
her granddaughter’s weight upon her body woke the lioness up immediately, and she let out a quiet chuckle, feeling the little rascal forcing her way under the covers, and hearing her husband’s displeased grunt coming from the side as he turned his back on them. poor man, calanthe thought to herself. “ ah, good morning to you too, moja pupilko! “ she said, letting ciri in the bed between the two of them. “ well, of course i knew it’s my birthday! “ she said, amused, before kissing ciri’s temple. “ oh, but did you or mousesack know, that it is also the first day of spring? “
@paniczasu -- She's sitting in the middle of the room, on the ground, pouting. "I'm bored."
unprompted ask
>> ⚔️ << ALRIGHT KIDDO, YOU WALKED RIGHT INTO HIS trap on that one. ❝ mhm . . hello bored, i’m geralt. you’ve got READINGS to do, bored. time to get BACK to them ------------- vesemir won’t be as nice as i am about you SLACKING off, little lion . . ❞
@paniczasu said: "Are we there yet?"
this was the fifth time, in the past two minutes that she had asked the same question and this was the fifth time geralt had answered with a heavy sigh, that shifted into something that resembled a low growl. he tightened his hold of roach’s reins, as the horse continued to travel down the path, allowing the witcher to turn his head to look over his shoulder at his child surprise that sat behind him. ❛ ciri. we will get there, when we get there. continuing to ask will not get us there any faster... alright? ❜ better to say that, than to inform her it was another day’s journey at most.
@paniczasu -- ❛ why do you want to know ? ❜
LEIGH BARDUGO’S SHADOW & BONE.
>> ⚔️ << ❝ BECAUSE ITS IMPORTANT ?? ciri, i know that we don’t always see eye to eye here but . . just tell me --------- what BOTHERS YOU is important to me when we’ve got TIME to focus on it. ❞
@paniczasu -- ™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™
send me “™” if you think I’m quality !!
LONE WOLF. bitch i love you and i !!!! send all these good vibes and quality points back to you binch