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ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ (x)

He stirs as fingertips rifle through his hair, muttering underhis breath as one eye slowly opens. The other eye soon tofollow as he rolls over to face her.

BUFFFYYYYY

send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them.

She frightens them, her hair black as a raven’s wing,eyes the color of a Skellige sunset right before a storm. They whisper amongst themselves, call her a meddleror a whore, but never dare to say it to her face.

Some of them remember.

Remember the storms called down from the sky and thelightning that danced from her eyes to her fingertips.

Yennefer of Vengerberg was more than a woman,a sorceress, a simpering courtesan. She was a storm,and there were not many that could withstand her oncethe gale winds began to blow.