• eyes:  blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other - violet • hair:   blonde | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other • body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy • skin:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | scarred • gender:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way • sexuality:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | doesn’t like labels • romantic orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels • species:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | cyborg • education:  high school aretuza | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | M.D. | self taught • has been:  in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot | stabbed • positive traits:  affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm | • negative traits:  aggressive | arrogant | argumentative | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | selfish | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | dramatic | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | dishonest | vindictive | volatile | rude | disloyal | cruel | sadistic | masochist | violent | manipulative | vain | narcissistic • living situation:   lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other • parents/guardian:   mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather | uncle | aunt | deceased | disowned • sibling(s):  sister | brother | none | other • relationship:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated • has:   learning disorder | personality disorder | mental health issue | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | developmental disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | • done before:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

@vlkihar​​ said: gentle as always, she holds yennefer's wrist with care, pressing down with her thumb a few times so the vein would make itself known. no need for unnecessary mess. fangs only prick long enough to break the skin, and its only a few long pulls that she takes. enough to satiate her for the rest of the day. "thank you," serana says with reddened lips, a bashful smile.

It      was      the      ghost      of      a      smile      that      bloomed      on      Yennefer's      lips.      A      forced      one      not      directed      at      Serana      but      the      rest      of      the      estranged      Volkihar      Clan      and      the      cold      walls      of      their      castle.      They      were      alone      in      Serana's      room,      fire      crackling      in      the      fireplace.       A      courtesy      of      the      vampiress      at      Yennefer's      behest.      

Breathing      in      deeply,      her      body      instinctively      froze      at      the      familiar      notion      of      Serana's      fingertips      ghosting      over      her      wrist      and      the      embedded      scars,      scars      from      her      transformation      that      the      Sorceress      was      painfully      reminded      of      once      again.          

❛      I'm      no      longer      the      young      girl      that      tumbled      into      your      cave,      Serana,      ❜      she      said      after      fangs      have      long      since      pierced      the      skin,      taking      enough      blood      that      would      only      last      the      Vampiress      for      a      day.      Decades      have      passed      since      their      first      encounter      in      the      dark      hollow      crypt.      No      longer      did      Jenny      (      Jenny      that      was      killed      by      Aretuza's      strive      for      perfection      )      cower      behind      the      pillars      and      instead      stood      tall      among      Molag      Bal's      remaining      children.      ❛ If      you      wish      to      take      more,       go      ahead.      I      won't      faint      in     your      arms.      I      have      been      very      willing      from      the      first      moment      on,       heaven      forbid,      but      I      wish      to      avoid      another      encounter      with       your      family      downstairs. ❜      Valerica      was      another      matter,      as      were      the      death      hounds      roaming      the      castle      whose      jagged      teeth      tore      into      Yennefer's      dress      as      soon      as      the      casted      spell      teleported      her      into      the      dining      hall.      Even      after      Harkon's      death,      blood      stained      the      tapestries      and      human      bones      lined      the      tables.      To      the      rest      of      the      clan      the      Raven      was      but      a      vampire      cattle,      their      moans      and      incoherent     mumbling,      writhing      bodies      caged      up      like      animals,      a      sorrowful      sight. 

           lips tugging back, exposing the amusement her question brings forth. being summoned by a woman whose upper half laid bare and only covered by lithe hands, he could very well ask if she knew a thing about bras and other garments she probably wouldn’t know anything about. but this room — the very atmosphere of which he stands in is different from that of hell and despite standing out like sore thumb, there’s another aura of issues circulating around him. this woman wasn’t like the others, no. she’s not some wiccan, nor a wannabe witch who found spells off meaningless sites. and this world is not one he’s far too familiar with. summoned here once, yes, but banished back before he could utter a word.

          ❛ i’m not a demon at all, dear.❜  spoken slowly as the devil tries to make sense of the room and the ingredients strewn about. the usual bullshit that should have worked but unlike most things dealing with summoning his KIND from the depths of hell, there’s always loopholes and details no one can dare understand. or perhaps his father is tossing another coin to find a way to make him suffer. never minding THAT, lucifer shrugs from the confused posture and picks up something more familiar to dark orbs, her shirt, and offers it with what seems to be a smile forming.  ❛ i hope your little spells can send the DEVIL back where he came from, mm?❜

It      was      Tissaia      that      had      warned      Yennefer      years      ago.      And      it      was      Chaos      that      consumed      Yennefer      a      little      more      each      day      she      woke      up      in      Rinde.      What      had      once      started      in      Aedirn      as      a      way      to      cure      her      infertility,      now      dared      to      swallow      her      whole.      Surely      he      would      if      she      wouldn't      send      him      back      where      he      came      from      in      the      first      place.      

Not      a      demon      but      the      devil.

The      Sorceress      snatched      the      blouse      held      up      from      his      hands      but      didn't      make      amends      at      covering      up      her      body,      touching      the      obsidian      star      around      her      neck      as      the      magic      subsided      and      the      floor      began      to      stop      shaking.      Decency      be      damned      and      ignored.      Somewhere      from      downstairs,      a      gust      of      insults      followed      by      stomping      footsteps      approached      her      locked      chamber,      Beau      Berrant's      fists      pounding      against      the      heavy      wooden      door      in      fury      of      being      awoken      in      the      middle      of      the      night.

❛Feel      free      to      make      yourself      comfortable      while      I      take      care      of      this      trifle.❜      Without      taking      her      eyes      off      the      demon,      Yennefer      unlocked      the      door      to      the      mayor's      bulky      frame      looming      in      the      doorway.      A      crisis      easily      averted      from      a      man      who      no      longer      held      control      over      his      house      and      who      had      been      her      prisoner      the      moment      the      dimeritium      shackles      were      dropped      on      the      ground.      The      Sorceress      only      needed      to      calmy      order      him      to      turn      around      and      return      back      to      bed      and      he      did,      as      much      as      the      enchantment      allowed      him      to.      

❛ Now. ❜      She      closed      the      door,      swiftly      turned      around      on      one      heel      and      circled      him      with      ever      watchful      eyes.      ❛ I      anticipated      the      arrival      of      a      lesser      demon.      The      Master      of      Mirrors,      if      only. ❜

The      brotherhood      would      have      her      head,      and      it      would      no      longer      be      Beau      Berrant      that      wanted      her      in      shackles      for      the      use      of     unwanted      magic.

she knows she must have struck a nerve – that’s what she was aiming to do after all, and she can be as precise and sharp as a surgeon when she wants to. her words meant to cut, and she’s extremely happy to see that she was right – daddy dearest is still a touchy subject, even after all those years. her lips curl upward in a cruel smile, hands comfortably linked on her lap. she’s laid back in her chair – no proper lady would dare to sit like this, but she doesn’t care, not now.  she knows she herself is far from perfect – she’s made her good share of mistakes, the most obvious one being the glaring holes on her face, where once her amber eyes sat.  she knows yennefer will strike back; always had a bad temper, always will, and she is ready for that – or so she thought, because when shown with the evidence of her failures her back goes rigid, the goading smile wiped from her face and red lips turn down into a scowl, eyebrows furrowed. yes, well, she vastly underestimated radovid, oh but he will get what he deserves soon enough. cynthia, on the other hand, is a completely different matter – she truly was blinded, she let herself be fooled by a common wench and she paid the price for it – by the gods, how stupid she’s been.  she doesn’t say anything in response to that, simply turns her head to the side, one hand gripping the table, knuckles white with barely concealed fury, before she exhales, relaxes her hand, finger tapping on the table surface – the cogs in her head turning. 

“ then WHY are you here? “ it’s said with a challenging tone, but her face remains stony. blindfolded features turn to face the other sorceress, head slightly tilted. “ – you didn’t come all this way here, on your own will, just to insult me i’m sure – and you are free to leave whenever you want, yennefer, i’m not holding you captive. “ she shakes her head. “ yet you stay. i may not know the exact reason why you’re here, but you do want something from me, of that i am sure – you made it clear you are not here for my pleasant company, after all. so, you can either spit it out and get to the point, or we can keep this wonderful conversation flowing – your choice. “

this      was      a      game      neither      could      win.      they      both      tried,      but      even      the      sorceress      couldn’t      help      but      let      triumph      wash      over      her      as      philippa’s      smile      faded      at      the      mention      of      cynthia.      radovid      had      been      another      matter,      a      puppetry      gone      wrong.      ❛      do      not      dare      to      speak      of      my      past      when      yours      has      been      tainted      for      two      lifetimes,      ❜      yennefer      almost      snarled      and      pointed      the      prongs      of      her      fork      towards      the      other,      placing      it      back      on      the      plate      of      oysters      once      it      was      empty.      for      now,      she      tried      to      keep      her      composure      and      nonchalantly      dabbed      a      piece      of      cloth      over      her      painted      mouth.

      why      was      she      here      ?      it      was      francesca      that      invited      yennefer      to      montecalvo,      and      philippa      that      would      seize      the      opportunity      of      recruiting      ciri      as      a      new      member      of      the      lodge      as      soon      as      the      enchantress      would      mention      her.      a      worthy      member      for      the      twelfth      seat.      ❛      you      know      why      i’m      here.      ❜      she      detested      the      thought      of      hands      clawing      at      ciri      as      if      she      were      a      brand      new      toy      to      examine,      but      her      magic      alone      against      the      wild      hunt      was      timid.      and      barely      a      threat.

❛      ciri..      ❜      it      was      nothing      but      a      concerned      whisper      that      left      yennefer’s      lips      as      she      stood      up,      restlessly      pacing      around      the      room.      her      ravens      hadn’t      returned      from      velen      or      novigrad      and      thus      cirilla’s      whereabouts      remained      unknown      to      all      of      them.      ❛      she’s      in      trouble.      when      isn’t      she?      first      it      is      nilfgaard      that      hunts      her,      now      it      is      the      wild      hunt.      ❜      yennefer      said,      back      turned      to      philippa.      her      controlled      facade      crumbled,      expression      grave      as      she      swallowed      the      bitter      taste      of      the      fish      in      her      mouth.      she      wanted      to      scoff,      laugh      at      yet      another      threat      daring      to      hunt      them      down,      but      could      only      muster      the      strength      to      dig      her      fingernails      into      the      palm      of      her      hand.      there      was      no      time      to      rest      any      time      soon,      for      either      of      them      if      the      lodge      decided      to      accept      her      proposal.

𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ?               he   squints.   no,   that   wasn’t   very   likely.   if   it   were,   he’d   be   spun   by   the   backhand   in   it.          ❛     how   very   kind   of   you.   a   little   bit   of   confidence   can   go   a   long   ways !   it’s   about   the   presence   you   carry.   you’d   know   all   about   that,   i’m   sure.     ❜

❛      enough      with      the      snark,       jaskier.      ❜      yennefer      rolled      her      eyes      and      shooed      the      waitress,      who      had      been      eyeing      the      bard      up      and      down      whenever      she      ordered      another      glass      of      apple      juice,      away.      without      geralt      wedging      himself      between      them,      they      would      continue      throwing      insults     at      each      other.