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@wolfcrsd
❝ i´ve met knights like you, trying to do our job. cautionary tales, all of them. especially the cute ones. ❞
indie & selective rp for Luka, vaguely inspired by Netflix´s The Witcher: Nightmare of the Wolf & various Witcher media as loved by jazz! ( gmt + 2 / 21+ / they, them ) est. 08.09.2021 #wolfcrsd
GOOGLE DOC / PINTEREST BOARD / INT. TRACKER
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@deadlyhand asked: " I find it hard to believe that monsters used to infest the world. Well, I did just find out that soul suckers exist too.. so I guess that does make sense." The martial artist thoughtfully swirls his drink, supporting his chin against a fist. "How did they all go extinct?"
luka just snorts, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips ; welcome to the world of nightmares shang-chi - though, wait. it´s called the world of superheroes nowadays, isn´t it? ❝ they´re not all extinct, kid. they´re not dinosaurs. ❞ he finishes polishing the last glass for the night ; except for the one in his friends´ hand ; and flings the used cloth over his shoulder as he settles in, his hips leaning against the bar. his arms cross in front of his chest. ❝ us witchers did a good number on them over the years, but in the end it was civilazation that did the trick. towns grew bigger, established brick roads slowly dried out the swamps and time eventually killed the rest. except for the ones that managed to adapt at least. ❞
❝ there´s still plenty of monsters out there, you just need to know where to look. vampires, dopplers, the occasional succubus some of them have established their own exclusive little communities, others are just hiding among normal people. chances are that you know one or two, actually. they like to hide in plain sight in big cities. ❞
𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊: LUKA. —— @wolfcrsd. 🩸 ❛❛ [ playlist. ] ❜❜ —— 𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗, the victims have been bled. adam has his mouth on luka’s neck; he can smell his blood, can feel his heartbeat through his skin. it’s tempting, to sink his fangs in, to drink him dry —————— but there is a mutual trust. no drinking until luka offers. adam respects that, though he does find it amusing that after centuries of fighting and hating and killing … here they are. adam can feel luka’s hair stand up on the back of his neck, and he flicks his tongue over his pulse point. hand reaches up luka’s thigh, squeezing at his inseam carefully before unzipping his trousers. undead, undead, undead. adam’s hand slips inside, cold touch against warm, warm skin. he pulls, listening to luka groan, watching as his adam’s apple bobs with swallowing hard. adam practically purrs, chin dipping to suck luka’s bottom lip. wanting more, needing more, adam crawls into luka’s open lap. straddling, they kiss for what feels like lifetimes, adam being reminded of luka’s age as he unbuttons his shirt.
adam grinds for friction, the beat of the music in time with his hips —————— luka leans forward, kissing adam’s bare chest. the sensations are divine, adam’s hands in his hair, pulling gently. alone in a darkend room, the count. slipping off of luka, tearing himself away for a moment, he slides his trousers down. luka lifts his pelvis, and adam kisses down his abdomen as he removes his underwear. biting his inner thigh, adam nips gently with his fangs. looking up at luka with those blown pupils, those devil’s kiss eyes —————— adam parts from between his legs. taking off his own clothes, adam is slow, playful. shirt is removed with ease, then jeans. his nakedness is presented without shame, and adam wastes no time. he climbs atop luka again, kissing him roughly. they are intwined on the sofa, the soft cushions rocking as adam lowers himself with a grunt. luka wraps his arms around adam’s waist, bringing him close as they ride together. it has been so long since they’ve fucked; adam had forgotten how good he feels, how perfect they fit. running stubby nails down luka’s chest, he leaves marks above his heart.
the music is like a tide; it waxes and wanes as they roll their hips, meeting each other with groans. adam wraps his arms around luka’s neck, pulling him closer. he needs more, wants more, can’t get enough. luka’s hand slithers down, taking adam in his fingers —————— adam bites his lip, fangs present. ❛❛ i’ll kill you if you stop. ❜❜ adam is breathless, head leaned back to reveal his throat. he knows that luka won’t slit it, not now. white on white transluscent black capes, back on the rack. grabbing the back of the sofa, adam dips his chin to look into luka’s eyes. he can tell he’s close, sweat beading his forehead, his pulse rising. adam wants to bite, wants to enjoy it with luka, but he knows better. to feed and fuck, it’s an experience he wants to share with luka. he remembers the vow, but that doesn’t stop him from quickening his pace. when luka shouts, head resting against adam’s collarbones —————— adam’s eyelids flutter. announcing his own pleasure, adam rides it out. the stickiness between them is sweet, and luka holds adam close, the two of them entangled, the both of them satisfied for the moment. bela lugosi’s dead.
why do you hurt ?
you're choking on how much you have to try
you have tried. you have carried the weight of the world on your shoulders and accepted more responsibilities than you have ever wanted, even intended to gain. it isn't crushing - you are strong enough to hold it - but you are choking. you don't know what to do with it. you don't know where it goes, how to move this weight everyone knows you can hold onto, and do you even want to get rid of it? Never. You would not give this to - force this on - anyone else. but you /can't/. but you are choking on it. your body will hold it up even when you lose all the air in your lungs, and your footing, and your courage. it does not mind choking you. it seems almost designed to do so. if you weren't wrung out you wouldn't be doing this thing properly.
tagged by: no one i stole this so i dare you to steal this from me <3
lets talk about luka who, after barely surviving the tragedy at kaer morhen is bitter and conflicted about himself. if only he wasn´t taken out of the fight so early, if only he hadn´t been completely fucking useless - maybe more witchers would´ve survived. maybe he could´ve helped sven, maybe he´s never been the type to place out blame, as easy going as he used to be. he loved taking things in stride and improvising but after the massacre, just like vesemir - he changes. he´s used to being abandoned, but never has he felt loss that keenly. he grieves, blames himself ;; he wishes vesemir would blame him too. he leaves once he´s healed, unable to look vesemir or the boys in their eyes. he needs space, he needs to not think about what the fuck happened, about what he lost. luka can´t cry but he certainly has enough rage to make up for that. he takes contract after contract wading through a thick sea of monster blood hoping that maybe one of them will finally pick him off when he´s tired and not paying attention. nothing does, nothing comes close ; he´s too good at his job and his pride would allow nothing less. the fact that the sorceress who did it all is already dead doesn´t help at all. all of the coin he makes is immediately spent in booze, anything to take the edge off of him and make him forget. he sometimes spends days in a daze, barely conscious and ends up in some ditch more often than not.
it is one day after he gets woken up by a lad rifling through his pockets, swatting him away with perhaps more force than strictly necessary and hearing his friends go “shit i thought he was dead??” that it finally catches up to him. they are dead. he carved himself a new family, a bond formed out of spilled blood and tears ; and they got brutally murdered, partly out of their own fault. and he was there, but couldn´t do shit to help them. he digs the palms of his hands into his eyes, trying to ease the sting but like everything else he did the past weeks, months ; it doesn´t. it just hurts, even though tears never fall. he really is stupid though, isn´t he? here he is, wallowing in the past and self pity when there´s still someone out there ; vesemir, his brother. the last of his family, and he is out here trying to kill himself. he can still help. luka packs his things that very day and makes his way back to kaer morhen ; self loathing aside, his brother is a bit of an atrocious teacher on his own and probably needs all the support he can get. not that he´s much better, but two assholes trying their best is better than one so there we go.
@deadlyhand asked: ❝ what a warm and homey place, huh? ❞ / UNCHARTED STARTERS , ACCEPTING ( mutuals only )
the chuckle tumbles from his lips before he can even be bothered to stop it ; the ice cubes clinking against the glass as he raises it to take a sip. he remembers the ever cold stone ; soaking up all the heat of feverish young boys fighting for their life, replacing it with frost in their chest. the walls of the stables were brittle, rattling with the wind that would soon spell the fate for the rest of the stronghold when it was only the five of them left to take care of it. ❝ it was a total dump ❞ and still vesemir refused to let it die, hauling them back for every winter filling the walls with the sounds of their voices, laughter and spilled drinks. they trained, they fought, they filled it´s walls with stubborn life that made it beautiful. only for it to finally breathe its last breath when vesemir did. ❝ it´s completely gone now, as far as i know. i think they built a town over it. ❞
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dovahkills.
eyes, ever burning &. invasive. fixated ‘pon bestial being perched as his voice ―――― whiskey hints, smooth &. with a slight edge at the end ―――― cuts above the otherwise still night. only now does the prophet spare a laugh as hands are perched on cocked hips. curious as per usual. mind working to dissect the game before him : flee, or humor him. of course, always the curious type, miraak chooses the later as eyes pierce through luka, ❝ forgive me. such a handsome face should not go unnoticed. the hour is late ―――― what brings you here ? are you headed into town ? ❝
the medallion hums against his chest ; an incessant reminder that something´s not as it seems as the other finally steps out of the dark. now, after all these years on the path he knows that this doesn´t always mean danger - but he´s also smart enough to never not assume the worst, even as the vibration stops. chestnut whinnies and luka reaches out to gently pat her neck. a shame, this comes awfully close to being a dealbreaker. ❝ headed to collect my pay. ❞ the witcher hums, a grin breaking out across his lips - unable to help himself return the flirtatious notion, never one to let things like that pass by without comment. ❝ i´d like to consider myself free of work for the night. ❞
raventamer.
❝ we have a guest house. ❞ she hums, reaching up when the man’s horse whinnies softly, her palm smoothing idly between its eyes. ❝ but we do not give freely. if you cannot pay, helping with a few jobs around the town will do. ❞
that he can do ; back to familiar grounds. his pathetically thin coin purse practically sings in joy at the prospect. ❝ that´s very generous of you. chestnut here and i would be glad to offer our help in exchange for food and a stable roof for the night. any hints as to what work needs to be done ? ❞
enthrclled.
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gabriela leaned against the bar top, towel drying a clean glass as she watched luka grab the attention of a small crowd with his stories. different night, different story, seemed like he was filled with an endless supply of them. one was never like the other and she couldn’t help but wonder how he came up with all of them. gentle hues glance over as someone calls for her attention. a drink poured and slid across the bar just as the story comes to an end. the raven haired woman steps up to him with a curious grin on her lips, “ do you practice those stories or think them up on a whim? ”
luka barks up a laugh, shaking his head as he gathers up the empty glasses in front of him. ❝ i don´t have to make up anything. they were all pounded into my head as a child and i just never bothered to forget them. ❞ not a lie ; he doubts he could ever forget a single moment of his time in kaer morhen even if he wanted to. the memories are crystal clear in his mind to the point he suspects it´s part of the curse. the former witcher dumps the half molten ice cubes into the sink and sorts the glasses into the dish washer. ❝ though i´ll gladly take compliment to my sheer unending creativity. ❞
reclusived.
𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊: LUKA. —— @wolfcrsd. 🩸 ❛❛ i won’t die for love, but i’ve got a body here to bury. ❜❜ —— 𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉.
𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞. he knows of bodies, he knows of disposing them, he knows of burials. he’s watched friends and family disappear into dust, the flowers that grow from their graves beautiful but poisonous. he tilts his head. ❛❛ do you? ❜❜ not entirely flat, but not entirely friendly. he’s interested in his words —————— i won’t die for love. isn’t that what the world is? full of zombies who claim to love, who claim that they know it. thousands of years are in adam’s footfalls, and that is love. watching those fade away from existence. true love comes and goes. there is no constant. ❛❛ what is love to you, then? ❜❜ kissing? fucking? leaving little bites and nips on a lover’s skin? oh, how he wishes he would have turned all of them. ❛❛ define it. ❜❜ tongue swipes bottom lip, and adam’s arms cross. he’s not in the mood for zombies, but this might be an interesting game. adam knows love, but does luka? he wants to reach out and grab luka’s face, to read his age, but he doesn’t. two ancients in the same room. will they be impossible, or will they laugh?
luka leans back takes a moment to think ; his arms crossed before his chest in a mirror to the vampires´ in front of him. he´s old ; much older than any human and even witcher has the right to be. back in the days the answer to this question would´ve been much different ; he´d have said that love is not something that´s granted for people like him that it´s unattainable and that it´s better that way. back then he´d been running from it, trying to spare himself the pain. and to be fair, back then even having this conversation would´ve been highly improbable. a witcher and a vampire, having a civilized philosophical exchange about love. a small smile breaks out onto his lips, cats yellows never leaving the dreary ocean. ❝ it´s inevitable ❞ he answers today, hundreds upon hundreds of years old and way past beyond his time. ❝ no matter where you go to hide it will always find you ❞ love will grip your heart tight and squeeze it out to the last drop as you watch your family slowly pass away ; it will find you out in the middle of nowhere where you´ve isolated yourself in hopes of never having to experience that kind of suffering and will do it all over again. a vicious, cruel and beautiful cycle of life. ❝ and it will always end. one way or another. ❞
WHAT SOFT ROMANCE CLICHE ARE YOU ?
/oh./
the italicized oh. often seen in romance novels and fanfics. when a character looks at someone, wondering why their chest tightens when they're near, why their heart beats quicken at the slightest touches, why they lose their breathe at the sight of them and suddenly realization dawns on them— oh. they've been in love for a long time now. you are soft and quiet, probably the most overlooked. though when you love, you fall deeply. i'm sure you have a lot of anxieties when it comes to love, and you're more inclined to fall in love with a longtime friend than a stranger. though, your love is pure. and maybe if you have someone in mind, this is your sign to tell them.
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❝ if you’re done lying to me, then you should stop lying to yourself. ❞ ❝ it’s not going to be easy, you know. ❞ ❝ well, it sounds like you’re working for a nutcase. ❞ ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞ ❝ look, i wanted to tell you! i wanted to! but how could i? ❞ ❝ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry for what happened to you. ❞ ❝ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❞ ❝ wait, wait, wait. something about this feels kinda hinky. ❞ ❝ what a warm and homey place, huh? ❞ ❝ i’m willing to forgive and forget. for old time’s sake. ❞ ❝ looks like he was killed. ripped to shreds actually. ❞ ❝ these guys have been tailing me for weeks. thought i lost them. ❞ ❝ should i be flattered, or worried? ❞ ❝ so with our luck, what’s the odds this volcano is going to erupt on us? ❞ ❝ i hope i don’t go to hell for this. ❞ ❝ i can handle this. i’m tough. i grew up with nuns. ❞ ❝ fair warning, last person who betrayed me wound up dead. ❞ ❝ you told me you’d say out of trouble. ❞ ❝ how do i know you’re real? ❞ ❝ don’t ever point a gun at me again. ❞ ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞ ❝ i have made a lot of mistakes. a lot. i’m not a perfect man. ❞ ❝ i had a lousy father. lousy childhood. ❞ ❝ sounds terrible. check his wallet. ❞ ❝ let’s not forget who walked out on whom. you don’t get to be jealous. ❞ ❝ progress demands sacrafice. ❞ ❝ shut up. i really thought you were gone this time. ❞ ❝ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❞ ❝ on a scale of 1-10, how scared were you that i was gonna die? ❞ ❝ i can’t walk away. i’m tired of walking away. ❞ ❝ even an enemy must be fed and sheltered. are you my enemy? ❞ ❝ we can still stop him. i can help you. ❞ ❝ gotta say, you have a real knack for breaking things. ❞ ❝ do as i say not as i do. ❞ ❝ looks like hell spit you back out. ❞ ❝ what’s your story, anyway? ❞ ❝ i don’t take big risks without a good payday. ❞ ❝ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❞ ❝ you can’t reform the villain and save the day. it’s just not done like that. ❞ ❝ sorry, i just need to get my head back in the game. ❞ ❝ this isn’t our fight. it’s my fight. ❞ ❝ i won’t let them hurt you. ❞ ❝ skip the mind games. you don’t know me. ❞ ❝ no offense, but your ancestor was a right asshole. ❞ ❝ you’re unusually quiet. what’s up your bum? ❞ ❝ that was my last cigarette. ❞ ❝ okay, well, why don’t you just walk away? ❞ ❝ why this obsession? i’m just worried. ❞ ❝ i can’t…i can’t breathe…i just…can’t breathe… ❞ ❝ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❞ ❝ if you let these bastards win - after this - i will never forgive you. ❞ ❝ you’ve got your pride all tangled up in this thing. it’s making you reckless. ❞ ❝ any trouble you shoot first and ask questions later. ❞ ❝ dangerous to be out so late. ❞ ❝ easy now. look at me. ❞ ❝ my leg! don’t touch it! i know it’s broken! ❞ ❝ are you going to join me, darling? ❞ ❝ this is my gig. you want your share, you play by my rules. ❞ ❝ we don’t get to choose how we start in life. real greatness? it’s what you do with the hand you’re dealt. ❞ ❝ i always felt that we were destined for something great. ❞ ❝ you should relax. you’ll live longer. ❞ ❝ i taught you better than that. ❞ ❝ so that’s a no? felt like a no. ❞ ❝ quit acting like you’re gonna lie down and die, all right? ❞ ❝ i have a spare bed. ❞ ❝ is there no bottom for your ignorance? ❞ ❝ even cornered dogs bite back. ❞ ❝ that one is my favourite. it makes your eyes twinkle. ❞ ❝ admit it. you’re gonna miss this ass. ❞ ❝ you think i’m a monster, but you’re no different from me. ❞ ❝ how many people have you killed? how many? ❞ ❝ you will not stand in the way of destiny. ❞ ❝ you stick with me, i’ll teach you a few things. ❞ ❝ well, if you’d like, i can tell you where to stick it. ❞ ❝ face it, genius, you’ve been played. ❞ ❝ yeah, keep smiling, asshole. ❞ ❝ i got nothing to prove. ❞ ❝ don’t hand it to me. i’ve had everything handed to me ❞ ❝ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❞ ❝ you stick your neck out, you’re asking to lose your head. ❞ ❝ oh, and now you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ just so you know, it’s not my first lost city. ❞ ❝ are you always this clever? ❞ ❝ i was trying to rescue you, as a matter of fact. ❞ ❝ you know, at this point, i’ve run out of words. ❞ ❝ what do you say we really ruin this guy’s day? ❞ ❝ whether you die or not, i don’t really care. ❞ ❝ i thought you…i saw you get shot. ❞ ❝ it’s like a camera. you just…point and shoot, right? ❞ ❝ god, who’s being unprofessional now? ❞ ❝ i always knew you were gonna make something of yourself one day. ❞ ❝ let’s just pretend i skipped all of sunday school. ❞ ❝ oh no you didn’t do that. that’s not funny! ❞ ❝ save the world, triumph over evil. ❞ ❝ are you trying to kill me? ❞ ❝ know what i love about partying with a bunch of crooks? nobody cares that you smoke indoors. ❞ ❝ you gave me a goddamn heartattack. ❞ ❝ i’ll die a thousand deaths before i let you win. ❞ ❝ i didn’t tell you because i was afraid…of losing you. ❞ ❝ what ever happened to just living a normal life? ❞ ❝ even if you think you’re protecting me, you don’t have a right to shut me out like that. ❞ ❝ i mean… thanks for saving me. ❞ ❝ en garde, dickhead. ❞ ❝ i love you. ❞ ❝ come on! we can get out of here together. ❞ ❝ everything i touch turns to shit. ❞ ❝ how did you find me anyway? ❞ ❝ i’ve got my eye on you. ❞ ❝ you were going to sell me out, weren’t you? ❞ ❝ love to know what you’re thinking. ❞ ❝ well, well, well. get it? ‘cause you know, it’s a well. ❞ ❝ it’s a shame we’re leaving empty handed though. ❞ ❝ okay…yeah…how do i look? ❞ ❝ thank me after we get out of this alive. ❞ ❝ you’re lucky that i found you when i did. ❞ ❝ they’re just saying that because it gets to you. ❞ ❝ look, if you’re into shady stuff it’s totally cool. ❞ ❝ ha. that’s my girl. ❞ ❝ i made a promise that i was done with this life. ❞ ❝ listen, sunshine, the world doesn’t care. ❞ ❝ well, that’s it. now you know everything. ❞ ❝ don’t even think about not coming back. ❞ ❝ you know, i shot the man who told me that. ❞ ❝ i thought that i’d be satisfied. instead, i’m left with this strange feeling of emptiness. ❞ ❝ as thrilling as the next adventure may be, in the end, you’re always left with that same feeling. ❞ ❝ you know, i didn’t think i could trust you either. ❞ ❝ i almost lost you once before. i just can’t do that again. ❞ ❝ don’t even think about not coming back. ❞ ❝ that’s it! no compassion! no mercy! ❞ ❝ sentimentality in this line of work will get you killed. ❞ ❝ i need your help…and you need mine. ❞ ❝ i kept your tears in a jar. ❞ ❝ i expected you to have my back. ❞ ❝ tell you what. when i get back, pizza’s on me. ❞ ❝ death. it smelled like death. ❞ ❝ so they have beaten you, eh? your quest’s over? ❞ ❝ you listen to your mum, okay? ❞ ❝ trust me - your ego will mend. ❞ ❝ i hope i live to regret this. ❞ ❝ these men were all shot. ❞ ❝ be a lot easier just to let go. ❞ ❝ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❞ ❝ seems like i am always saving your ass. ❞ ❝ i never asked for any of your bloody heroics. ❞ ❝ the guys in prison used to say, ‘you can steal to eat or you can steal to get rich.’ i say, why not both? ❞ ❝ you were never a chocolate and flower kinda girl. ❞ ❝ i don’t have your luck. people like me know when to walk away from the table. ❞ ❝ appreciate the update, captain obvious. ❞ ❝ you made your choice. ❞ ❝ don’t tell me you’re buying all into that supernatural nonsense. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t sleep last time i saw that. ❞ ❝ it’s actually nice working with a woman for a change. ❞ ❝ i’m lucky you’re on my side. ❞ ❝ do you really think all this really could be true? ❞ ❝ you know, it’s kind of romantic down here. ❞ ❝ just wish i’d brought something to read. ❞ ❝ you can relax. we’re safe here. ❞ ❝ i am surrounded by traitors and fools. ❞ ❝ just don’t get us killed. ❞ ❝ what are you shaking for? ❞ ❝ parents must be worried about you. ❞ ❝ i wonder what you’re really scared of…not bullets, or blood, or broken bones… ❞ ❝ i don’t need your bullet-ridden-corpse on my conscience. let’s go. ❞ ❝ yeah, i’m fine. oh, but - you’re bleeding. ❞ ❝ i do seem to attract the scum of the earth. ah - no offense. ❞ ❝ all this grandeur, hidden away from the world. ❞ ❝ if we don’t make it out here, i just want you to know - i hate your guts. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a bad feeling about this place. ❞ ❝ that’s my blood. that’s my blood. that’s a lot of my blood. ❞ ❝ you should play the hero more often. it suits you. ❞ ❝ eyes ahead, don’t look down. ❞ ❝ here - grab my hand. ❞ ❝ no matter what it is, you’re supposed to come to me so we can work it out together… as a team. ❞ ❝ you know nothing is ever truly destroyed. just purified and reborn. ❞ ❝ you just - totally crushed that moment. you know that, right? ❞ ❝ you’re a selfish dickhead. ❞ ❝ i do speak a little bit of ____, you know. wait, what did you say? ❞ ❝ i know you. you’re no hero. ❞ ❝ i wish you could’ve been there. ❞ ❝ hey, are you happy? ❞ ❝ you’re not gonna pass out on me or nothing, are you? ❞ ❝ look, i…um….i’m not good with the whole people thing. ❞ ❝ i’ve had worse nights, believe me. ❞ ❝ let’s find somewhere a little more private. ❞ ❝ hey, take it easy. you’ve been out for almost half an hour. ❞ ❝ to rule people, you first must sow chaos. ❞ ❝ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❞ ❝ take me with you. ❞ ❝ i’m left with this strange feeling of emptiness. ❞ ❝ anyone ever tell you, you have a funny idea of romantic? ❞ ❝ it’s nothing that years of therapy won’t fix. ❞ ❝ no. it’s my turn to walk away. ❞ ❝ nothing about our lives have been fair, but we’ve made it work. ❞ ❝ your people will beg me to save them. ❞ ❝ we’re not on a first-name basis. ❞ ❝ you know nothing about me. ❞ ❝ do tell. maybe over some drinks? ❞ ❝ we must keep to the shadows. ❞ ❝ hey, you cool? ‘cause i need you to be cool. ❞ ❝ you must be tired of these lectures. i know i’m tired of giving them. ❞ ❝ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❞ ❝ is that a sin? i think that’s a sin. ❞
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LUKAS´ ABILITIES HEADCANONS !!
GENERAL: luka has always been a scrawny child ; underfed and mostly skin and bones like most of the boys that end up at kaer morhen. he never really bulks up either in his later years. he does reach a healthy weight but in comparison to vesemir who´s all broad shoulders and thick arms, luka is lean and noticeably thinner ;; his build more athletic rather than sturdy. he learns quickly that he´s better at dodging out of the way, his footwork quick and sure ; in contrary to trying to parry hits. they focus on his strengths ( though that doesn´t mean they don´t force him to perfect the rest ; a witcher goes on the path a fully realized warrior, capable of extreme feats in all areas ) and luka becomes an absolute menace with his silver sword, excelling in quick and clean critical strikes that surprise his foes and don´t leave them much time to react.
MAGIC: luka´s proficiency with the signs is average, all in all nothing too special or showy and perfectly serviceable ; except for axii and aard, which he´s had an uncanny knack for since the beginning. turning an enemy into his ally in a fight, or simply dazing them and taking them out early comes as second nature to him ; even able to momentarily stun particular resistent folks to give him enough time to close the distance and strike. his mastery of axii helped him out of many dicey situations ; getting in and out of restricted areas or simply calming down a particularly angry fool. there are not the droids you are looking for.
ALCHEMY: luka is well versed in poisons and tends to coat his swords in them whenever he´s preparing for a big fight. always well equipped, he makes sure to have enough potions ready from black blood to swallow to whatever else he thinks might be appropriate for coming situations.
SUMMARY: he excels at small crowd control with the help of the aard and axii signs and prefers to take an enemy down quickly and efficiently whether through his sword or with the poisons / oils he coats them with. he doesn´t hold up too well against too big of a crowd or fights that stretch out for too long, especially with opponents that overpower him. chances are if he notices that things aren´t going his way he´s going to make his escape and rethink his approach.
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