Jan 20, 2020
well, it is nothing to fret about. each each one of us sitting here at the lodge has sometime in life been lied, manipulated and betrayed by a man.
sheala de tancarville aesthetic / @saurgan !!
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well, it is nothing to fret about. each each one of us sitting here at the lodge has sometime in life been lied, manipulated and betrayed by a man.
sheala de tancarville aesthetic / @saurgan !!
❝ Why do you build a wall and then call it freedom? ❞ (from ves)
suddenly, all of roche's USUAL PROTESTATIONS seemed... weak. he could tell her she was too young to understand - but he knew as well as she just all she had seen. he could tell her THIS was DIFFERENT - but what a childish reply that would be. one hand raised to scrub over his tired fatigued face, then dropped to join the other once more by his side.
❝why do you ask such difficult questions?❞ what did she want from him? was he supposed to go out && find some charming lady, woo her? he wasn't the... romantic type, to say the least. he was sure she could sense that much. && even if he was, he was currently MORE THAN BUSY with other things.
like politics. like temeria. like assassinating a tyrant. like... a load of other shoddy excuses.
❝i don't have time for this, ves,❞ sighed roche, tugging his surcoat to straighten it, ❝i'm due in novigrad in an hour.❞
book silently read a story with them. (From sheala)
I’m not done yet, turn the page back!
She looks up at her, visibly frustrated, shaking herhead slowly, brow furrowed.
“Are you reading, or are you skimming?I’m not even halfway through that last bit, you know? And I’m by no means aslow reader, so save your mockery, dearest.” She takes Sheala’s hand in hers,lifts it to her lips to brush a kiss across her knuckles, leaving the faintesttrace of carmine red lipstick behind on her skin before releasing it to turnback the yellowed page.
“See, now I’ve lost my place. Where was I?”
brings her dad a bouquet of flowers she picked herself. (from keelin to iorveth)
A smile appeared on his face almost immediately; it pops out on previously grim face. Iorweth accepted this little gift with greatest gratitude, his voice all tender. ‘I appreciate it in the ways I can’t describe - yet remember that flowers are most beautiful when able to grow, dear. I’m not worth ending their existence.’
a wild child !! || @saurgan : "How good are you with a sword?" She's leaning on a tree, poking the ground with her weapon, "Beat me and I won't be a bother." Mostly a lie, but she will accept him no matter what since her mother seemed to like him, Ciri wanted to be a bit of a nuisance because it was her job to be. (from ciri)
“Well enough, I believe,” honestly he answered, he’d never claim to be the best. Watching the young ashen woman nonchalantly hang about with a sword in hand. Yennefer spoke HIGHLY of her. Adored her, she did. Kaasamir could tell. Everything she spoke of held itself true in the nature of Ciri thus far. She was brave, ambitious, and stubborn--- or so he’s heard. The Eastern placed his hands on his waist as he chuckled at first. “I do not think you capable of being a bother.” Yet it was quick to fade as the young woman’s expression failed to falter. This was NO joking matter it seemed. “Ah, forgive me.”
“So, you are serious?” Tone shifts then, coughing out the last of his amusement as he reached for his own blade. He doesn’t plan on winning either way. “What would Yennfer say about this, I wonder?”
@saurgan feat. Sheala cont. from here
Oh, I would give you anything. Anything you asked for, anything at all.
This was nice, this closeness, this familiarity. Just them, with nobody else to interrupt or interfere. Just them, as they were, no lies and no false pretexts. With Sheala, Philippa felt at peace, her inner turmoil coming to rest at last, if only for a little while.
“Best be ready to be amazed then.” She reached out slowly, gently, letting her hand come to rest on top of Sheala’s, quieting the drumming of her fingertips. “Patience, my dearest. You’ll get back to your reading soon enough. I’m glad the book is to your liking, by the way. The author proposes some interesting theories, indeed.”
She smiled, resting her head briefly against her lover’s shoulder, relishing in the warmth of her skin, the scent of her hair.
“Are you ready? Watch.”
It was not a particularly difficult spell, but she had always enjoyed conjuring this particular illusion. The air above them darkened to a deep, rich shade of blue, almost black, there were hints of other colours there too, rich purples and deep maroons, a minuscule trace of emerald green. One after another, tiny points of light appeared, flickering and dancing as they moved into position on the miniature firmament, every known constellation perfectly replicated.
“There you are.” Philippa leaned back, gazing up at her handiwork with a smile.
“It’s yours. It will last until the morning. We could wake up to it together, if you’d be inclined to… stay?”
Stay with me, please. Say you’ll stay.
❛ there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive ❜ (from breainne)
“And what rules are those?! Don’t summon demons,don’t raise the dead, always get approval from the ethics committee? Those rules are outdated and restrictive and have donenothing but stifle the advancement of the arcane arts for decades now.”
Thereis a blush on her cheeks, a fire in her eyes, her hands dancing through the airas she speaks as if to punctuate the sentences.
“Breainne, just for a momentimagine a world where we could do as we pleased! No restrictions, nocensorship, no withholding of knowledge from everyone but a select few. Imaginewhat we could create! You think we are powerful now? Influential? We are nothingnear what we could be if we only freed ourselves from these outdated ways ofthinking.”
Her gaze becomes intense, determined.
“We could be so much m o r e.”
@saurgan -- Being in this world meant Ciri got to do things that she couldn't back home, which was exciting for her. They didn't have the food that they called pizza and she wasn't able to cook it unless she came to visit Dante, who in a way was kind of like Geralt but if Geralt had more of a sense of humour. "I made this for you! Hope it tastes okay." She presented him with a pizza, it wasn't perfectly made and the heart shape was a little lopsided, however, she wanted to something nice on this day.
unprompted ask
>> 🔥 << HE LOOKS UP, a smile plastered on his lips as he caught the scent of his PIZZA along with ciri herself. she was getting better at this for sure, having taught her the first time only made her seem to want to make the PIECE of cuisine even more. she came from a place MUCH DIFFERENT and he couldn’t blame her from having taste.
he just hoped he wasn’t making some weird time MESS go on teaching her these things ----- even if he was he’d probably do it AGAIN. ❝ well, won’t know til i give it a whirl, kid. y’put all th’ FAVES on it . . ❞ he hums, impressed with the heart craftsmanship as he pulls back a SLICE to give it a try. huh . . not bad.