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‘A girl of royal blood,’ Philippa replied calmly. ‘In whose veins runs the royal blood, the blood of several of the greatest dynasties. Young and able to give birth. A girl with unprecedented capabilities and divinatory magic, one who carries the ELDER BLOOD. A girl who can play with flying colors your role without conductors, directors or grey eminences, because it is her destiny. A girl, whose abilities will be known only to us. CIRILLA, daughter of Pavetta of Cintra and granddaughter of the Lioness Calanthe. Elder Blood, White Flame of the North, Destroyer, and Rebuilder, whose coming was foretold hundreds of years ago. Ciri of Cintra, the Queen of the North. And from her blood will be born, the Queen of the World.’

ciri of the witcher, mixed game and book canon. heavily headcanon influenced.

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“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “ dfgjklh

Golden-green     eyes     roll     back     into     her     head     as     she     runs     a     singular     slender     finger     down     the     length     of     his     nose,     swatting     his     hands     away     when     he     hisses     at     her     and     tries     to     push     her     away.     “You’re     HIGH,     Beto.”     Ciri     had     maybe     given     him     too     much     painkiller     when     he’d     stumbled     his     way     through     her     front     door,     nose     bloody     and     broken.     She’s     got     him     up     on     her     bathroom     counter,     leaning     slightly     over     the     sink     while     she     pokes     and     prods     at     the     break.     “This     is     gonna     hurt,     kiddo.     A     lot.”     Ciri     refuses     to     acknowledge     that     he’s     the     older     of     the     two     of     them.     She     also     refuses     to     acknowledge     his     loud     protests     of     said     endearment     while     she     grips     him     by     his     jaw.

“Stop.     Moving.”     Words     are     hissed     as     she     pinches     the     bridge     of     his     nose     between     her     thumbs,     brows     dipping     downward     for     a     moment     as     she     rises     onto     her     toes     to     press     her     forehead     to     his.     He     leans     into     the     touch,     both     of     them     careful     to     avoid     brushing     their     noses     together     as     his     fingers     grip     at     her     ribs.     The     Frost     shrieks     within     the     cage     of     her     chest     at     his     warmth,     his     𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆,     wishing     to     devour     him     all     for     itself.     Ciri     ignores     it,     rubbing     beneath     his     eye     with     one     of     her     fingers     while     she     smiles     wryly.     “Sorry     about     this.”     Quickly,     she     applies     pressure     with     her     thumbs,     wincing     at     both     the     resounding     crunch!     his     nose     makes     and     the     way     his     fingers     tighten     around     her     ribcage,     gasping     his     name     out     quietly     when     tears     start     to     smart     behind     her     eyes.

Ciri     immediately     cards     a     hand     through     his     inky     curls,     the     other     wiping     blood     from     his     face     while     he     frets     over     her     clumsily,     trying     to     dig     beneath     her     shirt     to     see     if     he’s     left     bruises.     She     can     feel     them     starting     to     form     but     she’ll     never     say     anything     about     them,     even     though     she     knows     tomorrow     he’ll     plead     with     her     to     let     him     make     sure     she’s     okay.     Fingers     are     quick     to     run     sports     tape     across     his     nose     to     keep     everything     aligned     and     in     place,     smiling     star-bright     at     him     when     he     turns     his     head     to     look     in     the     mirror.     “Następnym     razem     bądź     bardziej     ostrożny,     manekinie.”     Peals     of     laughter     erupt     from     her     chest     as     he     hoists     her     up     over     his     shoulder,     a     grin     sharpening     the     edges     of     her     mouth     as     he     walks     them     out     into     the     living     room,     laying     her     gently     in     the     cushions     of     her     armchair     before     settling     in     the     cradle     of     her     thighs.     The     two     of     them     tangle     together     quickly     like     vines     on     a     wall,     neither     being     able     to     tell     where     one     ended     and     the     other     began.     “For     the     record:     I’m     the     one     out     of     your     league.”

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