Raven Sorceress

It was the face of rage and fury.  The face of the Goddess of Vengeance.  DESTRUCTION AND DEATH.     /     personals do not reblog!      ©

The Raven Sorceress  / personals do not reblog

The Raven Sorceress  / personals do not reblog

The Raven Sorceress  / personals do not reblog

The Raven Sorceress  / personals do not reblog

The Raven Sorceress  / personals do not reblog

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    It’s a gentleness that lingers when she touches over his shoulder. Geralt never really admits too much how much he misses her when she isn’t around. It’s been quiet awhile considering he’s been on the path again. The restlessness that had shaken into his bones. Though these days he’s not on it always, he spends a far time wandering lost in his vineyard sometimes. None the less he’s been back only a mere month. He can feel the way that she presses a soft movement to his shoulder, touches over an old scar.                          ‘I’ve missed that.’ He mutters voice soft. A softness that only makes it here in these walls were no one is going to say a word about the witcher gaining a heart. She’s beatiful as ever when he looks at her, fingers tucking under her chin only to tilt her head at him so he can look at violet eyes. ‘I shouldn’t be away from home for so long.’ He nutters to her, letting his fingers drop from her chin.                                ‘I missed you.’ He says to her, and without a hesitation there’s a movement from him, to kiss her softly. To kiss her gently, in such a soft movement that it’d be lost if you weren’t watching the pair of them. ‘It’s good to be home.’ He mutters to her, and he keeps their fingers laced, a softness for her. Because really, she’s a good part of his soul. 

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