FEARLESS

Random sentence starters || @zagubionywilk

  Once Shrouded under the cover of a viridescent hood that half hid the striking crimson tresses, she had embarked out of the safety of the slums – fear pricking at the back of her neck with a subtle intensity that quickened her step. What madness had drove the city to hate magic – she would never fully comprehended, only the methodical tap of shoes had been her focus and the direction in which they traversed.

   Geralt. The name had rang like song in her heart, though now muted slightly from their long separation and for his affinity for a certain raven haired sorceress, of which, she would respect the boundaries of. Yet, to see him well  would be all that she could ask for and to provide help if he so needed. Finding him had been simple as she recognized his shape easily, a flutter of her heart came to her chest as she approached. To see him waiting for her had left her speechless and, after a moment of silence, she found her voice again – then listening to the reason of his appearance.

The witcher’s speech of finding Ciri had set her mind wondering, worrying, and fearing. Though once he ended his speech with,  ‘i don’t have a plan, but we’ll figure it out.’, had had her bewitched by the determination of it. What strength he possessed she could not measure.

Sentence Starters || @sparrowglas

   A myriad of visions bestowed on a mind so hungry for love left an after thought of grief as each faded. How tantalizing was the idea of strong calloused arms wrapping around her waist in an embrace of mute affection, how world weary digits could gently rake through long tresses of cerise waves and melt away any worry. It wouldn’t be real… he would never feel the same thing…, came an intrusive reflection that lay hidden just under the surface of her wishes. The reality gave way to denial and then, just as easily; acceptance. To simply be, to merely stand at his side and help the people around her were what had more value than an impulsive want promised on hallowed words of someone adorned in ashes. It was that plain, she would make it so.

yennefer: “help me understand.”

  Tempered eyes offered no mercy -- unsettled was the flame that boiled just beyond irises of mauve. To what credit she owed Yennefer for not unleashing sooner from the madness that had seemed to spawn in her absence was beyond Triss’s grasp – as it was apparent that she would be “cleaning up” most of the situational mess with a simple set of commanding words. Help me understand., came the phrase, echoing forever. Vexed, and crestfallen looks of varied degrees mingled on soft features, sewing a scarlet brow taught into a furrow of guilt. Truly, peace was cemented to an early grave or what little civility had been smothered the moment she had betrayed Yennefer’s wishes the former time she had bade.

Sentence Starters || @beastend

   The night was bathed in shifting shadows, throwing caution to any city goer brave enough to traverse an alley only alight by way of the moon. Though what choice did the magically inclined have under the oppressive watch of the witch hunters and even still, to earn a living. But, what purse sat nicely at her hip had been just so – coin well earned in her efforts in what tasks she could offer, meager as the reception had been. It would suffice.

   Eyes were everywhere, her form feeling transparent even when cloaked – the soft jingle of gold like a bell ringing, unveiling her location. Strides became longer as the drive to return to safety pooled over what remained of the effort of feeling at peace. In haste, sensitive hearing had caught a conversation of trade from the another adjoining alley. The buyer having been foolishly tricked into buying a “magic toy” that could grant wishes – no doubt from a scavenger picking the remains of mages things and unknowing to what they were.  In this, potentially causing more harm to people and the idea of enchanters.

   In listening she stood motionless, a weighted gazed now on the pouch comfortably in her hand. In one swift motion she had come to him, revealing the item to be fraud and placing the coin bag in his hand as compensation for his own lost funds. All a blur, all like instinct.