#voidnamed

[ofcordyceps]

THE  WITCHER  ( SHOW )  STARTERS  //  accepting  :  ❝ were  you  in  love  ?  ❞  /  spill  the  tEA  @voidnamed​

The  taste  of  cinnamon  hit  hard  against  the  back  of  her  throat,  causing  the  druid  to  splutter  as  she  covered  her  mouth  ‘less  she  drench  her  companion  in  tea.  It  was  no  secret  that  Sarrai  had  a  tendency  to  flirt  ---  lifting  coin  purses  from  influential  nobles  as  they  bought  her  jewels  and  pretty  stones  ---  but  surely  she  had  never  given  the  impression  that  she  had  loved  any  of  them  ?  (  they’re  rich,  I’m  pretty,  it’s  an  equal  exchange.  she  swore  she  had  this  conversation  once.  )  Lowing  her  teacup,  ignoring  the  stares  of  the  tavern,  the  half-elf  took  a  deep  breath  and  folded  her  hands  neatly  over  each  other.

❝ Right.  Which  fucking  weirdo  accosted  you  about  me  ?  ❞  She  knew  she  shouldn’t  have  made  out  with  that  Tiefling  two  towns  over  ;  she  was  able  to  snag  some  of  the  rubies  off  his  horns,  but  was  it  really  worth  it  with  those  crazy  eyes  ?  Or  maybe  it  was  the  Halfling  bard  they  met  on  the  road.  He  wasn’t  Sarrai’s  first  choice,  but  he  was  rich  off  another  adventurers’  song  and  she  wanted  one  written  about  her  ------  it  was  only  fair.  ❝ It’s  really  easy  to  pretend  you’re  in  love  with  someone  when  you  want  something.  Most  men,  and  don’t  tell  ours  because  they’ll  get  upset,  are  simpletons.  Bat  your  eyelids,  push  your  breasts  in  a  little  and  pretend  you’re  interested  in  what  they  have  to  say.  You’ll  get  a  couple  drinks  if  nothing  else. ❞ Objectification  gets  you  objects,  she  wanted  to  stress,  but  she’d  keep  the  lesson  simple  for  now.  She waved one hand absentmindedly over the other.

❝ Women  are  a  little  harder  ---  I  like  to  pray  on  egotism,  not  desperation,  but  sometimes  the  company  is  pleasant  enough. ❞  Most  women  knew  the  game,  too  ;  whether  they  played  it  themselves  or  not.  ❝ But  love  ?  No.  I  have  not  been  in  love.  I  don’t  plan  on  being  in  love,  either  ---  eugh,  that’s  a  lot  of  work. ❞  Sarrai  stuck  out  her  tongue  before  a  thought  occurred  to  her.  It  shot  back  in  with  a  thwup.  ❝ Wait  ---  does  someone  in  the  group  have  a  crush  on  me  ?  Ooh  !  Do  you  have  a  crush  on  me  ?  ❞ She  gave  the  biggest  grin. ❝ You  don’t  have  to  tell  me,  just  give  me  a  hint. ❞

[brinyregant]

{ I haven’t been around but somebody pls love my boy }

[widaugast]

' Magic does not solve problems. It magnifies them. ' / t hank u w iz ARD

            THE MAGICIANS  ----  no longer accepting!

        ❝ It  ----  and what, what am I supposed to do?  Lay down and die because of the danger of casting a single  ---- ❞  It was more than one, they both know it, and yet it only counts as such in Caleb's mind, only seems to in Berry's because it had been not as innocuous as the others, so more easily destructive.  It is true, fire and scorched earth is not exactly inconspicious, he would have avoided it if he could, but so would Caleb likely be dead, injured and with only whatever of the drow's healing abilities remained after such a fight, whatever magic she could muster, quantity still largely unknown.  It was a risk, yes, a dangerous one, but one not without its consideration.  Even if that was simply to save his own skin, he can see no dishonor in that  ----  not, not when there are still others he has to hope they find, when there is still the remainder of the road to Ghor Dranas to follow.

        He knows the toll, knows the burns their assailants had walked away with.  Can smell them, even, if he closes his eyes.  It had helped, perhaps, that the beasts had been bugbears, hardly humanoid  ----  he had stayed on his feet even after the fur had begun to singe, even with the last witch bolt to the heart of the larger, chasing Berry's final arrow.  He had done what he could with supportive spells, slowing them, casting Earthen Grasp to hold the other down for a time, only to be too cornered, too bludgeoned to do anything except attack in his own right.  When Caleb speaks again, his voice is still heated, but less erratic  ----  a grim focus, determination sucking in a breath to steady himself.  ❝ I did what I could.  Let's ... move along from this before anything gets curious. ❞

[lothson]

@voidnamed​ asked: ‘ you are not burdened with a sensitive heart . yours just beats . ’ / hi hello i hope this is ok uwu

             his   heart   feels   sensitive  ,     sometimes  ,      it   bleeds   for   the   simplest   of   things  ;         𝐀   𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒   𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖   𝐎𝐑   𝐀   𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃   𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 .      the   heart   runs   deep   within   him  ,     like   a   bird   caged   within   his   ribs  ,       batters   at   the   bars   as   if   it   wishes   to   be   set   free .      to   fight   and   rage   like   none   other   has   before .      FREEDOM   IS   SOMETHING   HE   SEEKS  ,     OF   COURSE .      freedom   from   the   digression   of   uther’s   reign   and   from   the   endless   rampage   of   the   saxons   in   the   east .       but   he   knows   he   cannot   easily   find   relief   from   it  ,      not   without   fighting   for   it .

               ❝     stronger   than   some  ,     it   seems .      ❞          he   will   watch   as   men   tear   down   lives   and   hopes  ,     crush   dreams   under   their   thumbs  ,     and   without   even   batting   an   eyelash .       HOW   THEY   CAN   ALLOW   THEIR   HEARTS   TO   BECOME   STONE   HE   DOES   NOT   COMPREHEND .    ❝     but   it   is   a   burden   nonetheless .      ❞