#shrikeri

[halfdaed-moved]

@shrikeri​. 

“So I heard on the grapevine that a certain mage has been found dead.” Not that said mage would be missed.

[unseencne]

                𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐚𝐫  𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐢𝐧  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.  your  eyes  focus  on  the  void  of  your  drink  but  your  ears  listen  carefully  to  what  happens  near.  a  smile  raising  the  corner  of  your  lips  when  finally  your  eyes  slowly  raise  to  find  her.  red  orbs  study  her,  she  had  fire,  a  fire  you  had  never  seen  in  another  before                 where  the  tales  true  indeed ?            ❝   oh  dear.  that  didn’t  go  very  well  at  all,  did  it ?   ❞  

         @shrikeri​   ↷  start  call.

[halfdaed-moved]

@shrikeri​.

“Oh good, you’re awake. To be honest, I didn’t actually think this was going to work.” Given the amount of time that’s passed and the condition of her remains that he managed to steal from Stregobor--fuck that guy--but everything seems good so far. “Gonna ask you a bunch of questions, can you hear me? Are you able to smell anything? Any sort of double vision?”

[salemsaberhxgen]

@shrikeri liked for a starter.

        ❝ so what do you do? like as a job? ❞

[witcherpathmoved]

@shrikeri​.

“Could’ve handled those idiots myself, but now I’m thinking that you needed the stress reliever.”

[etgramen]

1D renfri :p

doodle prompt [ accepting selectively ! ]

[hdgewitch-a]

@shrikeri​ sent // [TEXT] Are you fucking kidding me ???

[ → ]  hahahahha im fucking if ur kidding [ → ]  (wtf does tht mean) [ → ]  (pls help me) [ → ]  look okkkkkkkkk i just need u to spot me for a bit, u earn my favour and eternal devotion what more cld u possibly want from me ?? ;)

[hdgewitch-a]

@shrikeri​ liked for a starter!

“That’s the damned last time I’ll ever do anything nice for Geralt,” Keira mutters to herself with a frown, wincing at the ugly smear of browns and reds that run down the side of her skirt.

Her bones ache with the force of which she’d been knocked to the ground, and she can feel something stinging cold by her thigh but she’ll manage, surely. Not as though she has much of a choice. “Well!” she exclaims in a far more chipper tone than what she’s currently feeling, “Bruised and battered, but not in danger of losing our respective heads, I should hope!” Keira forces a smile, and extends her hand outward. “You must forgive my intervention. Come, I can explain to you as we travel—there should be an inn near these roads. ... Though I can’t imagine why.”