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Decembert Day 20 - Loneliness

@continentcakeshop thanks as always for the encouragement <3

Rating: T

Content Tags: Alzur's Legacy Lambert, greybert, discussions of death and dying, sadbert

Summary: The Witcher's keep, once a place of peace and solace, now only holds empty memories and the haunted whispers of those long passed on.

The castle was cold, quiet. Walls haunted by voices of years past, floors untouched by boots for decades, save for one pair.

One pair that roamed up and down through old abandoned halls, limping on a leg long healed, but healed wrong. He didn’t make the trek every winter, not anymore, but he tried to get up to the castle every few years. The trail never got easier, what with the forest overtaking what was left of the Path that the Witchers carved so long ago.

Lambert huffed and crossed his arms as he strode into the main hall, his steps echoing in the lulled stone. His hair, now grey and longer than he ever used to let it get, hung in his eyes.

The memories of the castle washed through him in painful waves, laughter and screams ripping through his gut, ale and blood burning his throat. Lambert swallowed thickly and looked at the spiral of stairs leading down to his old alchemical labs, now overgrown with an experiment gone wrong a few decades back.

All he wanted was a night of restful sleep, though he hadn’t been able to find that in years. If he let his conscious mind rest, his old friends, his family lost to violent ends or peaceful ones (the few that were lucky,) came to him in his dreams, mere whispers of the lives they shared together. And when he would wake, he’d be cold, empty. Lonely.

Though he’d never admit that. No, he was far too stubborn. Instead, he would drag his sorry ass up a mountain to a deserted castle and try to find some semblance of reason for why he, Lambert of Kaer Morhen, because the place he was born hadn’t existed for almost a century, was the last one left. Why he was left with the memories, the pyres, the fucking heartache. And the responsibility.

Because Lambert had known far too many good Witchers to let them be forgotten. No, he’d decided long ago to give up the bullshit, to work just as hard as Eskel, or Geralt, or Vesemir, or Coen, or Aiden, or any of the countless others, and do the damned work.

So he did. And he knew, one day, it would kill him.

But, until then. He sat in the empty keep, listening to the wind whistle through cracks in the stone that no one had been around to fix, and let himself rest.

If only for a bit.

[drewbertcorgi]

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Breaking News: Marshmallow paws are scientifically confirmed to be 100% CHONK but have 0% reach.

Also y’all gonna have to turn on the sound to hear puppy Drewbert’s tragic grumbling because he can’t reach his chew that’s literally 4 inches away from him.

[drewbertcorgi]

How can Monday be so far away from Friday and yet, Friday is so close to Monday? #Drewbert #Sadbert #ItsMonaTime #ToFrown #corgi https://www.instagram.com/p/Bms9XhhhNIu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=50lyibk7jagt

[drewbertcorgi]

A TALE OF TWO POOPS It’s absolutely pissing rain this morning so picture this scene: We bundle Drewbert up in his raincoat and I also hold a giant umbrella over him. His misery is directly correlated with how hard it’s raining, so he was THE SADDEST PUP. He just stood there and refused to move because it was so wet outside. You could practically hear a tiny sad violin playing because of how sad he was. After trying for 10 minutes, we came back inside because he’s now on a poop strike. His poop story is To Be Continued. Cue Mona’s turn. She doesn’t have a raincoat so we just take her out with me holding the umbrella. She’s offended by the sight of the umbrella over her, because only weaklings use umbrellas, and she zooms away into the rain. Prefers to get rained on, because she’s a badass, thank you very much. She’s just trotting along, looking like a wet rat, and happy as a clam at high tide. She sees a puddle of rain water collecting in the grass that’s now a marsh. What does she do? She rolls in ALL the puddles she finds because apparently she wasn’t wet enough. Finally, after dragging us on a 10 minute walk in the POURING rain, she poops and she lives happily ever after. #Drewbert #Sadbert #ItsMonaTime #ToSingInTheRain #corgi

[drewbertcorgi]

Double sad puppy eyes now shoot guilt laser beams at us when we get ready for work. Hnnnggh my heart! #Drewbert #Sadbert #ItsMonaTime #ToGuilt #corgi

[twinkgender]

remembering sunday is on my campus's radio and honestly? big BIG mood on this day

[drewbertcorgi]

When you think you're Casanova and lean in for a kiss, but are swiftly rejected. #DENIED #FriendZoned #Drewbert #Sadbert #corgi #Valentines

[drewbertcorgi]

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I'm feeling much better today and even scared my ma by trying to frap around the living room (she didn't let me, boo). But here's a short snippet of me whistling/whining yesterday. I did this ALL DAY yesterday with the saddest puppy eyes. (Turn sound on!) #Drewbert #Sadbert #corgi #Dramaticorg