May 4, 2023
seen from Greece
seen from T1
seen from Philippines
seen from United States
seen from Tanzania
seen from T1
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Philippines
seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Greece
Tomira
The herbalist of White Orchard. Who can forget that ass the first time she greets Geralt.
One of those NPCs players wish they could romance :D.
Photos from my gamplay with PS enhancements.
fill for the Gen Prompt Bingo: tools of the trade
Those are Tomira's, the herbalist in White Orchard
endless Witcher 3 gifs
Hey! So I was wondering if you could write about Dettlaff x Tomira, where these two are picking herbs and stuff, but it is very warm day and Tomira desides to just take a dip in the lake and Dettlaff chooses to join her😁
Your wish is my command:
**
Tomira stared at her herb garden, a soft sigh pushing through her parted lips, before she tugs on her gloves and begins to work in the blazing Temerian sun.
She had sent Dettlaff off to collect a few items from Willis to make the job easier, but he had yet to return, and the garden wasn't going to weed itself.
Instead, she knelt before the grow beds and began to gingerly pluck the weeds from the tilled soil. With a sigh, she realized she'd have to fertilize it again after harvesting the herbs, blast the weather they'd been having, but thankfully this batch of Cortinarius had yet to reach full maturity.
As she gracefully allowed her fingers to dig out the weeds, she felt an all-too-familiar presence approach from behind, drawing a soft smile to her lips.
"I was wondering if I needed to send a guard to find you." She chuckled, turning her head to glance at Dettlaff over her shoulder. "Did Willis give you any trouble?"
"On the contrary, he was quite polite." Dettlaff replied, handing Tomira the trowel she had requested. "Appearances can be misleading, little petal."
Little Petal... He had begun calling her that after a few months of seeing each other. She adored the nickname, insisted he referred to her as such more often, and he was all too pleased to grant her wish.
She felt his hands come to tangle in her hair, gently pulling her dark locks back and tying them to the top of her head, freeing her neck from the heat it trapped. A soft sigh of relief pushed through her as she settled once more, watching him as he knelt beside her.
"Thank you, jedyna moja." Tomira replied, leaning over to press a kiss to Dettlaff's cheek before resuming her task.
Dettlaff smiled at the term of endearment, counting himself blessed to have found such a treasure of his own in this world full of lies and deceit. With Syanna, he felt nothing short of heartbreak and the cruelty of humanity, but with Tomira... With her he felt nothing but love and adoration. And knew it was reciprocated in all the best ways.
He lingered on thoughts of their time tangled within the sheets of her bed, or the time they had camped out together in Beauclair, enjoying wine with Geralt and Yennefer, only to sneak out into the fields and make love beneath the twinkling stars above.
Tomira cleared her throat, startling him from his thoughts as a slight flush came to his cheeks.
"Such a naughty man." She teased, nudging him with her shoulder, earning a chuckle from him as he turned his piercing blue gaze to meet her beautiful honey eyes. "I know you weren't thinking about the garden, Dettlaff."
"Oh? And just what do you think I was thinking of, little petal?" He prodded, taking hold of her hand and lacing his fingers with hers, gazing intently at her, a coy smile on his lips.
"The answer is obvious, jedyna moja... You were thinking of me." She smiled, her nose crinkling as a brilliant tint of pink rose to her cheeks. "And what wicked thoughts I'm sure you'll share with me later."
"Only if you wish to know them, moje serce." He replied, smirking as the blush on her cheeks only grew.
He released her hand and she quickly got back to weeding the garden. He followed suit, tending carefully to the Honeysuckle vines before taking on the Mandrake root himself.
Hours passed in relative silence, with Dettlaff stealing glances at Tomira every so often, finding himself falling deeper and deeper in love with the herbalist. His eyes softened as he watched her wipe sweat from her brow, and he placed his tools down before walking into the hut. Grabbing a mug of water, he brought it back outside and handed it to her with a peck to the top of her head.
"Drink, little petal. Even the staunchest blooms require water." He hummed, brushing his knuckles over her cheek before returning to his plot, pulling out the weeds from the soil with a small smile on his face.
Tomira blinked, but thanked him and drank, feeling immediate relief as the cool water coated her throat, hydrating her beneath the harsh rays of the sun.
Once they had finished their work in the gardens, Tomira looked to the sky, watching the sun begin to make its way closer to the horizon, dispelling the heat of the day and leaving it to a cool breeze in the early evening.
She smiled, discarding her gloves back inside before stepping back out, meeting Dettlaff near the plot he had just finished weeding.
"Come with me." She hummed, taking hold of his hand and leading him off towards an undisclosed location.
He was confused at first, following behind her dutifully, making sure she made it to wherever it was they were going, until she released his hand at the edge of a clearing.
Deep within the woods, a spring had been made by the melting of winter's snow and a hole that had eroded in the ground, leaving it filled with cool, crisp water that went untouched by human hands. He stepped into the clearing behind Tomira, gazing at the clear water with a glint in his eyes.
"How long have you known about this place, moje serce? It looks untouched... Undefiled."
"That's because it is. I found it a few years ago, before I met you. It's the only natural spring in White Orchard." She explained, stepping towards the edge of the water, pulling her boots off, then her tunic, before finally discarding her trousers.
Dettlaff watched her intently, his earlier thoughts returning full force as he watched his chosen one step into the water in only her undergarments, a soft sigh leaving her as she settled beneath the water, cooling herself from the long day of toiling in the sun. She turned to him with a smile, extending her hand towards him.
"Come join me?" She questioned, gazing at him with that look that made him weak in the knees.
He discarded his own clothing, hanging his cloak on a tree branch before discarding the rest of his outfit, leaving him in only the breeches he wore beneath. With grace and fluidity, he approached the spring and stepped in beside Tomira, settling in himself within the cool water at her side.
"This is... Different." He noted, cupping the water and lifting his hand from beneath, gazing at the clear, clean liquid. "Not like the lakes in Beauclair at all. This is so clean... It reminds me of home."
Dettlaff very rarely spoke of his home, and Tomira never questioned him about it either. All she knew was that he was a member of an ancient vampire tribe called the Gharasham, who settled around the North after the Conjunction. Beyond that, she neither knew nor cared. All she cared for was the man who had once saved her life, and then proudly remained at her side from then on.
She moved to kneel before him, pushing him back just slightly so she could straddle his lap, gazing deep into his eyes as her arms made their way around his neck, holding herself close to him.
"I love you more than anything, Dettlaff... More than this life will ever give me the chance to express." She breathed, her right hand tangling in his dark hair before she leaned in and kissed him, feeling him reciprocate as his hands came to rest on her waist.
"And I feel the same for you, little petal... More than words would ever do justice in explaining." He huffed, gripping her hips just a little tighter as he pulled her closer to his chest, holding her in his arms as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck.
"Is being a vampire really so bad, jedyna moja?" She questioned, curling closer to him, feeling him beneath her. "Is that why you hesitate to claim me fully as yours?"
Dettlaff paused, his arms wrapping securely around her, shielding her from an unknown predator as he gazed up at the darkening sky. He sighed, turning his head to kiss her temple, feeling her shiver against him.
"It is not a gift I would ever give you, no matter how greatly I will suffer when you are no longer of this world." He began, his hands gently running over her back, feeling the tense muscles relax beneath his tender touch. "What you experience as a human would be lost to vampirism. Everything I feel, I feel intensely, and I do not wish to ever see you lose your humanity for an extended life. I care too deeply for you to see that happen."
Tomira shook with unshed tears, knowing that this was not an easy conversation for either of them. She wished for eternal life as a vampire so she could be forever by his side, but he refused to give into her demands, reminding her that her life had value just as it was, and no amount of time spent together would ever make him chance changing her.
"I wish you wouldn't say that..." She spoke, a wet chuckle leaving her lips as she leaned back, gazing down at him with glossy eyes.
"It is the truth, little petal." He replied, cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking against her smooth skin. "Losing the woman I love to the curse of immortality is a thought I cannot bear to have. I would much rather have you as you are now, then to subject you to the trials and horrors of vampirism."
"Then you'd better make good on those thoughts from earlier, jedyna moja... Show me just how deeply you love this human that you've claimed as yours." She whispered, leaning back to pull the rest of her garments off, tossing them back to the shore. "Take me beneath the stars... Let the heavens know that I am yours and yours alone."
Dettlaff smiled then, slipping free of his own breeches before fulfilling her wish and desires, taking her with all the love he felt for her, claiming her body with kisses and leaving hickeys and angry, red welts in his wake.
When they had finished, feeling fulfilled and relieved, Dettlaff carried Tomira out of the spring and helped her dress, draping his cloak around her shoulders before dressing himself. He turned and saw the forlorn look in her eyes once more, before scooping her up in his arms and peppering kisses over her cheeks and lips, before pressing a hard kiss at the juncture where her neck and shoulder met.
"If you still feel so strongly about it, perhaps I will consider it further down the line... But not a moment before then, little petal." He breathed, inhaling her scent as she curled against him in his arms.
She smelled of him and him alone, which brought a smile to his lips. No other higher vampire would be able to claim her when he lingered on her skin so heavily... A thought that calmed his heart and mind.
She slowly drifted off in his arms, and with a smile, he brought her back home, changing her into her nightgown and tucking her in before doing the same, joining her a few minutes later beneath the sheets, smiling as she huddled up against his chest, a soft sigh pushing through her nose as she made herself comfortable against him.
He smiled as he gingerly brushed his fingers through her hair, watching the dark locks twist around his fingers before falling away, leaving his skin tingling from the feeling of her silken strands.
Perhaps he would take her far from this place... Bring her to Beauclair with him. They could settle into a cottage in the woods, just the two of them, and begin anew together.
Perhaps one day... But for now, she needed her rest.
**
I hope you like it!
For reference:
Jedyna moja: Polish - My only one Moje serce: Polish - My heart
Crawl Rec: across and over the fire by galactic_roses
across and over the fire
Fanwork type: Fanfiction Author: galactic_roses Rating: Teen Pairing: Eskel/Tomira Content Warnings: canon typical violence Canon: Game Wordcount: 1347
Summary: Twice met beside festival bonfire.
Rec: There is something about fall bonfires isn’t there? This fic is for the lover of monster tales, spooky stories, and long love. It has a truly delightful female character, Tomira, that we do not get to see enough of and a sexy and enigmatic eskel that I would like to meet over a bonfire. There is something almost dreamlike about this fic. And the way it slips back into reality is excellent.
-@elle-ja-bell
Some lesser known Witcher characters :^) It’s kind of a challenge I do - I draw one character per day (sometimes two) who didn’t get much attention/isn’t well liked/something other that doesn’t make them very popular
Lilypad
