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“what, I don’t get a hello?”
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@xfvengerberg
“what, I don’t get a hello?”
@xfvengerberg liked the thing <3
“You should know by now that’s the way Geralt thinks... Let me pour you something to drink, please sit down.” He didn’t have the heart to lie to her, and as far as he knew, Geralt was in the wrong.
To Twist The Fates That Bind;
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It was deceptively quiet in the room, the Witcher finding the silence enjoyable. While he did not oppose the welcome, subtle, noises of his lover being near, There was a certain pleasure to be found in enjoying the quiet of solitude. The Witcher had little of it as of late because he was hunting less and less, preferring to spend his time with the Sorceress who had stolen his heart. He took this particular chance to strike up a warm bath for himself, the steam rising from the water that surrounded him. How relaxing it was, to soak undisturbed.
Arms lined the edge of the tub, keeping his pecks and up from slinding into the water. Long white hair was loose, and head tilted back with golden eyes closed if only to give the appearance of napping in the tub. Letting the warmth soak into him was a delightful feeling, a subtle purr rumbling in his throat while he lounged within the bath. He could feel things were about to shift, particularly as a familiar scent began to waft from the door. Well, as much as he enjoyed the solitude, he enjoyed Yen as equally.
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Dandelion had told her quit a lot of stories since their first meeting many of them she suspected were nothing but bragging with only a hint of truth to them, but the stories that weren’t about him, but about others - such as the Witcher and his two mages, those were the stories that had stuck with her. inspired her to write her most popular ballad to this day -
Tonight how ever, had not been the night to preform it - she realized to late that the beautiful Yennefer was in the audience, and she could see that she had manged to make the sorceress uncomfortable.
❝Thank you - had i known you would be here tonight, i might have chosen another song -❞
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Often she stops to observe the striking appearance of others, being in a place where everybody else looks different, she can’t HELP it. However, when gaze finds this woman, she can’t bring herself to look away so quickly and is caught in her transgression. Missandei blinks, mouth opening and closing a few times before she speaks. “ My apologies, I mean not to STARE or cause offence. “
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I heard the commotion last night… it must of been a terrible dream. {Smol Ciri}
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Yennefer coughs, covering her mouth with her hand. For some reason, she and Geralt had found themselves in the midst of passionate lovemaking – reasons she is not too sure about given how angry she still is with her ‘friend’. And the time spent apart seems to have translated into loud passionate lovemaking. Loud enough for Ciri to take notice. She is too young to understand some aspects of life – although Triss has guaranteed Ciri has bled already. “It has been dealt with, Ciri. Thank you for your concern, my dear.”
A likely story. After all, if it hadn’t sounded like Yen was enjoying herself, the child would have knocked on the door. Pleased noises of a man and woman loud enough to be heard down the hall had hardly been a dream, but she'd hoped Yen would be honest with her. Even if the men at Kaer Morhen and adults at the temple had been conscientious when she was around not to speak of certain matters, she caught enough conversations and saw enough interactions between people off to find company with the other to have some idea, even if it was still naïve.
"Do your dreams usually involve a man's voice, too?" A tilt of her head as she watched her teacher curiously and a smile started to hint at her lips. "Is he coming to breakfast?"
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“Thank you, for doing that.”
The woman was beautiful, of that, Rashiida was certain, but she certainly had a sharp tongue, one that, given the Zerrikanian’s limited grasp on the common language, was lost on some phrases when the sorceress had shooed the harassing man away. The witcher was grateful for that-- she was afraid she would have had to start a physical fight, not having the words to tell him to properly fuck off.
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“It is always a pleasure to have you, Yennefer. Though I must ask where is Geralt and why isn't he with you?"