𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕/𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕

𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕/𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕔𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣

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@causeitsmyboat

Sonja’s unsurprised when she finds herself suddenly shoved onto the inn’s bed, she simply grins when Lambert plants his hands on her shoulders to prevent her from getting back up to retaliate. She considers trying to throw him off so she can pin him down instead, but she remembers how she’s teased him throughout the day. Its fair he’s got her like this.

The vampire grins and relaxes, bending a leg to rest her knee against his hip so she an arch herself off the bed to press against him--teasing the witcher once again.

“I suppose this is your ‘payback’ for my misbehavior today?”

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just a heads up that this blog will be becoming a archive and Sonja will be moved to her very own blog over the long weekend. So, what does this mean? Well, it means I’ll contact you on the threads we have that I have the muse to continue (or will be liked via nomcther) so I can transfer them over on either friday or saturday. Please be patient during the moving process, and i will be dropping some threads be warned.

 I get one day off a week thats entirely all mine to do whatever I need so my activity is going to drop relatively soon. I’ve got graduation coming up, and summertime means I’ll be working longer hours/picking up commisions (for sewing) and my free time that I get on non days off will be restricted to the threads I have the most muse for. 

This has been a PSA. 

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darkprinceofpersia:

“But I do not want to leave you alone, it is much more fun to be bothering you.” He gave her a tilt of his head, fangs, though not as long as hers, showing in a cruel smile.

“Does not take a genius to figure it out. Or smell it, your kind always had a particular bad smell,” Kherus retorted, suddenly swinging the chain over his head; before letting it lash out towards her with the strength of snapping a tree in two at least.

“Almost as bad as those witchers.”

She smiles prettily back at him, showing off her much more prominent fangs. Her guard is up, and she’s watching for an opening to present itself. “Bother me, and I’ll bother you back. You wouldn’t like it when I did that.”

“Better than how you smell. Like a desert rat and wet sand.” Sonja snaps, dodging the chain before she lunges at him to run him through with her sword. She doesn’t think that it’ll kill him, but she wants to know if he will bleed.

“You will leave them alone. They are mine!”

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𝖁𝖑𝖆𝖉:

“Havoc in her humble abode,” he pointed out. “Bad for business, bad for neighbourhood.” He mimicked the motion and sound of an explosion with his hands. “I find time to be a fickle mistress, I prefer not to dance with her myself. Rather just wait her out, because at least we share age span.”

He laughed, glancing over his collection. “Myes. I keep the safe things here, where human eyes won’t pop from straining their minds. If she wants to see really old books from home, you’ll need to pay me a visit in my second home outside of Oxenfurt. More… kin. Kinly? More us.”

Humans couldn’t be allowed to see too much from their homeland, it’d raise questions that Vlad rather not answer. Or have to quiet curious voices for.

“You know the Cat and the Wolf. My companion is cursed into white lycantrophy, if you face her. We odd ones gotta stick together in a world that’d rather see us all dead. Monster and witcher bonding together, fascinating times.”

“True, that might get me into a spot of trouble with the Duchy. Shame, I care not for that residence.” She hummed unhappily, glancing at his hands briefly before she huffs and blows a few loose locks out of her face. “Lady Time will live as we do, dancing with her is rather pointless. Best to wait for her to come to us.”

“It would be nice to read over books from our home. I only have a few volumes myself. History and a fiction work, nothing too terribly exciting.” She chuckled and contemplated it briefly. The scholar’s company wasn’t terrible, she wouldn’t mind visiting him again. And he was smart enough to keep the books of their homeland hidden from human eyes. That would raise less trouble.

“White lycanthropy? Fascinating. We do have to stick together, solidarity and all that nonsense. The gentry and peasantry don’t like us much at all. Strange times indeed...it wasn’t a planned event. It just...came to pass. I do not care that he is a witcher. Strange...it would have bothered me two hundred years past.”

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𝕯𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖞:

Daisy was terrified of the idea of being alone for the birth of her child. She knew that, logically, she would at least have Zach by her side, but having her sister by her side was a comfort she desperately wanted. And, if something went wrong, Sonja could be there to make sure that her baby was okay, and that her child and Zach would be safe. 

She cursed how the swell made her feel so, uneven. Her weight wasn’t what she was used to and her center of balance was different. She was just glad that Sonja was still able to hug her if she wanted. 

“Will there be a way I can contact you?” Daisy asked, wanting to know if she would be able to reach Sonja if something happened. “That way, if something happens, I can tell you.” She didn’t know if Sonja would want to be contacted by her, but Daisy couldn’t help but ask that. 

So long a time has she lived among Lycans, that their ingrained sense of pack has been passed down onto her. She does not want to leave Daisy, knowing how terrified her friend was about being a mother and the upcoming birth. She’d offered counsel and comfort countless times now, but with her life in danger her only option is to fly. Fly far away until the danger passes, so she can return to her sister without putting them in danger.

Though she never reached the later stages of her pregnancy, she remember how it had been when her center of balance had shifted and how it had upset her. Her clothes and corsets had allowed her to hide her secret for three months, given her a taste of motherhood that she’d likely never again have. So she knows how to move to hold her sister in her arms, and what it’s like feeling like your body’s almost undergone a hostile takeover.

“There will be. You have my cell number, dial it if you need me and I will come back.” She appreciates Daisy asking her, touching the woman’s cheek and smiling softly at her. Sonja won’t be gone long, just enough to shake off those that linger on her tail. “Call me if you need, I promise that I will come.”

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@causeitsmyboat

They’d been separated for a handful of weeks now. Sonja had suffered from a wound delivered by one of her kind, left to settle in a small village while she healed. She’d been anxious and impatient, having had wanted to be on the path with him for longer. But her injury had acted as a handicap, forcing her to draw back and take time to recover.

Once she felt she’d healed enough, she went out in search for him. Perhaps a little sooner than she should have, but her patience had run out and she wanted to b back on the road--back with her witcher.  Sleep wasn’t really necessary to higher vampires so she didn’t rest unless her horse made her. It took her a few days to pick up his trail, then catching up to the witcher proved easy.

She knew his scent by heart, even the faintest trace was enough for the vampire to track by. Sonja found him by the river, and by luck she was downwind from Lambert. So she could have crept up behind him and knocked him into the river if she’d wanted to (something she’d done once or twice before when bored on the Path), instead she pauses to watch him and drink in the sight.

Perhaps to some he wouldn’t seem as handsome as he did to her, but her tastes were her own. And he looked magnificent to her, prowling by the riverbed. A bomb in hand made her wonder if he was actually fishing, or hunting drowners and water hags. After scenting the air she can’t detect any danger and begins towards him. The honey badger kit was near his ankles as always, and caught sight of Sonja before Lambert seemed to.

Not that she was surprised, little thing was as vicious as they came only seemed to be pleasant towards its master. And it had probably noticed her because she’d made a brief stop and caught some fresh game for both the little badger and for Lambert. She pulls the smaller rabbit she’d caught and tossed it towards the honey badger, then strides over to Lambert in a smooth and confident manner. She grabs him and tugs him towards her so she can cup his face in her hands and kiss him deeply with everything she has, all her love and all her passion.

They’re out in the open, anyone could see them. The risk runs high of being discovered by a passerby-er  but she doesn’t care, she’s just happy to see him again and wants Lambert to know that without a doubt he still owns her heart. Perhaps its a tad possessive too, but she’ll never tell. Sonja draws back for breath and looks him in the eyes, briefly admiring how beautiful they are. So many shrunk when they saw a witcher’s eyes, but they always captivated her. A vampire shows their strength of will and power usually through the eyes. More powerful vampires had the icy blue of a winter’s morning sky, others a less vibrant blue to golden and green tones.

That and the fact they’re a beautiful deep golden color, she’s smitten with him and the color of his eyes. She smiles and goes for another kiss now, a short but sweet one that was reminiscent of a greeting. It’s the unspoken tender words, allowing both of them to stand behind their facades of the untouchable brave and still yet show emotion around one another.

“Damn it’s good to see you.” Sonja speaks candidly, letting herself smile widely at him before she bumps him with her hip to tell him to follow her without uttering the words. She wants to sit, and catch up. Perhaps get reacquainted with one another later. For now she wants to talk, and to see how he had been faring on the path without her. 

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She stills the moment she feels fingers card through her hair, pulling lightly but not in a way that makes her hiss with pain. She cannot see what is being done, but the scent that comes to her is Jake so she’s more at ease. Relaxed, but curious with what he’s doing.

Sonja sits for him, posture straightened as she waits. Once she feels him tie her hair off she twists around to look behind her, seeing that her loose mane of dark hair bound in a skillfully done braid. She runs her fingers over it, surprised and pleased with what he’d done.

It’s like her niece had crept behind her to play with her hair. Although it was far less messy than the knotted flowers she’d pick out of her tresses later.

“Thank you Jake, I was admittedly concerned when you began...but its quite well done. Clever fingers.” She smiles and looks the braid over once more. It’s not often she binds her hair back unless heading into battle, its an old yet familiar sensation of her past when she had it braided more often than not.

“Where did you learn to do this? Part of witcher training?”

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@causeitsmyboat

Her scars are the more raw parts of her, and she’ll permit only a few to touch them--to touch her. He’s one such person permitted to touch, her eyes track his fingers movements as they caress along the faded white lines that mark her belly. A leftover scar from a long-ago lucky shot a Lycan got in against her.

With how pale her alabaster skin is, it takes a skilled eye to spot the trio of scars that cross from underneath her right breast to the curve of her left him. Faint shining lines that can be easier felt that they can be seen.

Sonja’s unsurprised that he’s able to see them, and is tolerant of his fingers tracing over their edges. It tickles faintly near her navel and she almost squirms, instead she reaches out and grabs ahold of his hand before she can grow more ticklish.

“Lycan gave me those. A werewolf. Was of the feral part of the breed--snuck up on me. Chainmail wasn’t enough to stop its claws.” She sits up now, tossing her dark mane over her shoulder and looking at her witcher. She looks at the scars mapping out his body, curious where they all came from.

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@causeitsmyboat

Tender moments were a sweet rarity between them; they weren’t ones to show much sweetness to each other. It would have seemed odd an perhaps a bit broken, weren’t it for the fact they were both warriors and used to sharing bitter quips and insults like most couples would sweet nothings with their lovers.

But that doesn’t mean there aren’t moments where they act like any other couple. They simply tended to occur more often when they’re alone, away from prying eyes that might interrupt. This was one such moment. His fingers brush against her cheek to capture and tuck a loose lock of her hair back behind her ear. 

Sonja smiles softly, glancing up at her witcher with a fond look in her eyes. She appreciates that he’s moved her hair out of her eyes so she can better focus on her work so there’s less risk of a mistake. Protecting her. She reaches her hand out and brings it up against his cheek, caressing the skin there. The scars have never bothered her and never will.

Tender moments, such a sweet rarity between them. But treasured nonetheless by both the witcher and the vampire. Most women would have pulled their man in for a kiss, but not Sonja. She just wants to share a moment of intimacy, a fleeting moment of peace in this world of darkness and death. There will be time to demand a kiss from him later.

While she has forever, he might not. Any day could be his last, the next monster could be the one to do him in. So she treasures these little moments like a dragon covets gold for it’s hoard.

“Are you seeking my attention or are you telling me to take a break?’ A lilting, teasing tone to her words. A rebirth of their cycle of teasing and taunting one another, as the dusk of the sweet and tender moment approaches.

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send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. 

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. 

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.

[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

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Send a "ϟ" For My Muse's Reaction to Your's running their fingers along a Scar on My Muse's Body, if Your Muse knows Mine well Add what Scar they are touching for a Detailed Reaction..