#v. the witcher

[witcheyedcrow]

Ada had kept distance and had been mostly quiet, not knowing what to expect, not to mention trying to save her energies as much as possible during the journey. The bleeding had stopped, but she was still badly wounded and weak, so she was doing her best to keep safe - and perhaps give herself the chance to run when the time came. But when the non-witcher person started to sing while they rested after dinner, she perked up and listened. She hadn't heard someone sing in-ever, perhaps? She knew about it so it must have happened, but she couldn't remember. And soon she was scooting a little closer, and then closer again, until she was less than a foot away, partly hidden behind the trunk of a tree, eyes wide as the last notes hit the air. A small smile had curled her lips as she met the man's eyes -Jaskier, the other had called him - and tried to remember what people were supposed to do: she opened her arms a little, hesitated, and then gave a few uncertain claps.

@stellanimarum

[witcheyedcrow]

“I truly can't control my heart when I'm around you.” @eskelwolf ((Eskel isn't exactly a poet but that might be one of the most romantic things he's ever said. And yet he'll be so ANXIOUS))

It baffled her, but her incredulous stare was accompanied by a smile. It wasn't so much that he'd say it, but that he'd say it like that as if it was a concern. It also made her heart flutter a little, but more than all it made her happy. She didn't bother dissecting that emotion, however. "Why would anyone ever want you to do that?" she wondered, and because it was Eskel, Ada pressed a soft, lingering kiss against his cheek, in no hurry to get away, "I like your heart. I think you should just let it be."

[witcheyedcrow]

@eskelwolf ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained

It was to Eskel's credit that ever since he had taken her in, Ada hadn't been tortured again; not even captured and hurt in any way. And it felt a little like the universe was trying to tell her something, to find herself restrained and beaten right after she had gone to visit her grandparents. She had used the excuse to give him some well-deserved solo time and spent a couple of days with the only relatives who had cared for her, so that she'd start preparing herself to part ways for longer stretches of time, so she'd stop being his dead weight.

And then she had been taken hostage, and Ada had also learned very quickly that as much as being physically hurt was unpleasant, it was nothing compared to her father's basement; it hadn't even sent her into a spiral of terror like mere nightmares of going back to him did. So, when Eskel showed up, and she knew he would, she actually smiled. "We have to stop meeting like this. And how was your day of freedom? Any fun?"

[walkpathe-arch]

no, i'm not awake. i'm sleep-talking. [ brynn for kassandra skdjdjd ]

kassandra turns softer under the glare of the moon,   less coiled,  limbs more prone to loose their edge and recline against any given surface.  in the sun she is all movement,  the glint of her sword a lit beacon and her eyes the color of honey,  also ablaze,  but now there is only the airy breeze of the sea   (   close,  so very close she could almost taste it   )   in her hair and the mantle of night blanketing the stars.  she is at peace,  with a fire warming her skin and a very unamused witcher at her side.

one who is very much not in the clutches of slumber,  it would seem.  kassandra makes her way back to where they are camped slowly,  sitting down near her with deliberate carefulness so as not to startle   (   it is me.  i mean you no harm   ).  so that when the half goddess makes to place a warm hand on her shoulder,  @luredeep can see the gesture coming and decide to either accept or deny it.

''  you are restless,  golden eyes.  ''   the moniker has become a habit,  in the brief time they have known each other,  and kassandra says it with ease,  far more tender than the array of weapons usually on her frame causes her to appear.  they lay on the ground at her side now,  both sword and spear,  awaiting her hands.

''  a friend has told me that the cure for fitful sleep is red wine.  ''   the memory of barnabas has her lips draw up into a smile,  both fond and amused.

you made a fool of death

[witcheyedcrow]

⛓️ - Reverse. Ada finding Eskel @eskelwolf

Oh, her plan of parting ways with him, of letting him fulfill his Law of Surprise duty by visiting but otherwise staying away was over until he kicked her out of his life. Over. Every time she tried to put distance one of them got hurt. Not that he needed her protection, but it felt like there was a curse - or maybe she just couldn't stand the idea of him not having her by his side to make sure he wouldn't get himself killed. "Eskel..." she murmured, dropping on her knees in front of him so she could cut the ropes. She had enlisted dwarfs to help and they'd take care of the ones she hadn't poisoned, perks of having enough money to buy all sorts of magic help, and if he had a problem with her murdering people, well-"Eskel," she repeated softly, her tone not matching the argument in her head, and while always a little hesitant to touch without asking first, she brought a hand to his cheek, gently wiping blood with her thumb, "You keep scaring me."

[witcheyedcrow]

@witcherkissed

Even water tastes better now that she's free, and Ada couldn't be more grateful for it. For all of it. She's also curious, though she has found difficult to voice her questions - her savior is a woman, she's not used to talking to other women, and she doesn't want to be an annoyance, she knows what it's like to have strangers with you when you wish for quiet. Still, she can't help but ask: "Are you married?" because she hasn't seen a mr. Yala in the past few days.