#this is pre-relationship

[hannibard]

Jaskier: *sees Geralt sleeping and reaches to remove a leaf from his hair*

Geralt: *grabs his arm and pulls him down to pin him against the bed*

Geralt: sorry, thought you were a threat

Jaskier: o-oh it's ok

*their faces start getting closer*

Jaskier: *pulls back abruptly* wait a second, you once said you had gotten used to my presence and that you couldn't get startled by me anymore

Geralt: *blushes and gets up in a hurry* I don't know what you're talking about, I gotta check on Roach

Jaskier: *goes after him* don't you dare run away from me witcher, we are having this conversation!

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

WIP tag game

I’m going to claim I was tagged by @penny-anna because I said so.

Rules: share the latest line from your work in progress and then tag as many people as there are words in the line

Right, I just finished the end of a scene yesterday so what did I--

oh for fuck’s sake.

I love you too, Jask.

*long sigh*

I’m tagging @theamazingbard @greyduckgreygoose @julek @jackironsides and @rebrandedbard as my designated five victims, but also anyone who wants to do it!

[carehurt]

hmmm, Beat for Leliana :3

meme

        ‘     no , no no no , no     ----    ! ’      

        laughter showered like rain through the forest clearing , flaming hair thrown back and bright whites turned to the twinkling stars . leliana’s heels dug into the earth , fingers gripping lyna’s wrists like anchors do the ocean floor . the archer hovered inches from the ground , warrior quickly stepping between her legs to keep her leather off the fereldan mud .

         she caught her breath , smile lingering on her lips as lyna wrapped an arm around her back to pull her up . flush against the shorter woman , she hummed , eyes drinking in the ink across the elf’s sun-kissed skin . there , spots of red bloomed between the careful lines adorning her cheeks . leliana’s smile grew , and she stepped back .

           ‘    hm , not quite like the courts of orlais just yet . again , and this time    ----                                                                              more grace and less stomping should do it .    ’