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Indie Multi-Muse roleplay blog featuring 𝗦𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 from 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚 - 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘌 𝘋𝘓𝘊, following Books & Games. Multiverse & Multiship. Written by Serenity (21+) for Dark Themes & Adult Content.

𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙽… Self-fulfilling prophecies, self-loathing, vengeance, vampires, loneliness, the monster in humanity and the humanity in monsters, tragic romance, & redemption. Previously known as @rhenawed

"𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜…𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝!"

Starwrittenfates || a Multimuse roleplay blog featuring muses from The Witcher, Norse Mythology, Nintendo, Tolkien, Doctor Who, and More! Written by Serenity (27+). OC, AU, and Crossover friendly! Reblogging promos help with visibility and reach to find new rp friends.

@catofblaviken gets a discussed starter!

𝐄𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐫. They were names that swam around her head as she read from the book. Her fist clutched behind her back by habit. Her teeth gritted, staring daggers down at the men’s names like another hit list. Syanna learned better than to continue on the path of vengeance. It didn’t end well. Others had paid the price, something she didn’t calculate or take into full consideration when it all went down in flames and blood. Dettlaff… her heart still ached, regretting her actions and now understanding how her vengeance blinded her. 

But yet…she still wanted to do something. For the other girls like her with the misfortune of being born under the 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙎𝙪𝙣. Those girls enduring the same abuse and mistreatment all because one man had an ‘epiphany’ that didn’t turn out to be true, but another man saw an opportunity and took the matter into his own hands to make it true. 

A fire ignited in her stomach, wanting to help save those girls souls however she could. And if it meant tracking down this wizard with not even knowing where to begin, she would. Syanna tossed a coin to the merchant, scooping the book into her arms, and began to leave the marketplace of Toussaint. She would have to inform her sister, Anna Henrietta, of where she planned to go. Making her way past the people, Syanna accidentally bumped into someone, dropping the book. 

“ Ah…I’m sorry. Are you alright? ”

Ah, Toussaint. Land of wine and tasteful debauchery. It had been far too long since the Cat had set foot in the duchy, their time in the Northern Kingdoms much longer than anticipated. However, apparently the fairytale land was having a vampire problem. Which, in Hena’s opinion, was far more fun than necrophage infestations. 

Honestly, though, if one really thought about it, it should’ve been figured out long ago. Blood red wines and all. 

So, coin purse full and a desire for cheese led the cat witcher to the local market. They already had a bag of travel food, and some alchemical alcohol, but the road back to their winter hideout was long and the days were only getting shorter.

They stumbled a bit when the taller woman bumped into them, mostly because they were absolutely not paying attention as much as a witcher should. Due to their size, it was easier to just roll with the momentum, too, instead of trying to stay steady and end up getting barrelled over.

There would be no way she could ever forget his kindness, giving her this second chance to make things right again. He was the first person in a long time, besides her own sister, to treat her like a human being instead of the monster everyone believed her to be. Shaking her head, she glanced down to the book the stranger handed back to her. It was a book on the Curse of the Black Sun, only bringing a frown to her face. That was when an idea came into mind. 

This man was nothing like Geralt. That much was obvious to Syanna at this point, even if they were both Witchers. She couldn’t help but fold her arms, eyes carefully watching him as she listened to him speak. Syanna could just tell that if she were to tell him what REALLY happened in Toussaint, especially with the vampires, she might be his next target. Her heart strung with guilt, remembering what happened to Dettlaff. Everyday she was paying for her crimes since then, in more ways than one. 

At the implication that she was something she wasn’t, Syanna raised an eyebrow, hands now on her hips. “Actually, I’m her sister, her eldest sister. And I would visit Geralt if I could, but because I’m on lockdown, I’m stuck to obeying the wishes of my dear sister and remaining stuck inside this castle like one of those ‘hapless ladies’ you speak of.” She couldn’t help but smile at this, agreeing with his view on those boring typical stories of princesses. She never cared for them and they were never accurate. “Letters can only do so much, but it’s not enough.” She paused, looking him over. That was when an idea came to her mind. Anarietta wouldn’t give him much of a contract, but maybe she could. “If it’s a contract you want, my sister may not be able to offer you anything in Toussaint. Most of the monster problems have lessened after the Beast of Beauclair, or maybe it’s because Geralt is here permenantly now, but maybe I can offer you something.” 

Eskel’s deep, calm voice returned to her, raising a brow as he studied the dark haired young woman, the smile she cast him, and the tone of her voice, marred features remaining expressionless at the revelation. He should have figured she was a noble, from the way she carried herself… but in this land damn near everyone seemed to compose themselves that way. His eyes left hers as he idly listened, looking back around their palace surroundings, to the others watching the pair of them, by now. Their eyes retreating hastily away, pretending to be talking to others nearby the moment he caught them from afar. The words that they spoke lent a lie to the act, but better not to tip his hand and let strangers know he could hear them. Had saved his life more than a few times out on the Path, letting them underestimate him. Her revelation of his job prospects were disappointing, but unsurprising. If there were few to no contracts to be had here, as she claimed, after the Vampire incident, he considered continuing down to Ebbing instead, before making his way back North. But would have to ask Geralt if Witchers were able to work there, first. 

“Figures. Should have tried my luck in Dol Blathanna. If you got an offer, I’m listening.”

Over a hundred years had passed since the rulers of Ebbing had slaughtered the Witcher inhabitants of Stygga Castle. True it had been awhile, and had been the School of the Cat… but memories and grudges were unlikely to have faded. All Witchers were the same, to most folk. With his luck down here in the south, he’d be better off heading up the Amell Mountains and looking for the frozen keep of the School of the Bear instead. Then, she spoke those words aloud, and all thought of his surroundings and a contract with the Duchess or others vanished, the Witcher’s viper eyes snapping back to her blue, alluring pair at once, scarred jaw tightening unpleasantly. Attention entirely on her. Words he had not heard aloud in many years. Not long enough to stop the unpleasant memories they elicited. What he had done and not done. What could have been, might have been and should have been. His hand rose unconsciously and absently began rubbing his cheek’s mutilation, the deep scars starting to itch again. Guilt swelling inside. All the same, he worked to keep his tone and manner neutral, scrutinizing her more carefully than before, interest snared at last by the stranger.

“I do. More than most. What the hell’s the Curse of the Black Sun got to do with you or this place? It’s finished. Has been for years. Stregobor and the Council of Mages got what they wanted. The girls are all dead.”

Blue eyes briefly went wide at his news that confirmed one of her worst fears; that all the other girls like her hadn’t managed to survive. She had no doubt about it that their parents had a hand in it too, just like her own did in her exile. The only difference was Syanna was lucky to have survived. Her hand moved behind her back, now becoming a fist clenched from view. It seemed a new vengeance was starting to come to life in her, but it was different this time. A new purpose was also blossoming with it —a desire to find this ‘Stregobor’ and the ‘Council of Mages’ and avenge all the innocent girls whose lives were ruined and taken by their lies.

All of them are dead? Syanna couldn’t help the slight smile that came to her lips. Sure, she believed she had died many years ago when she was exiled and left to the woods, but now, it felt like she had been reborn. “I’m Syanna. I’ve been researching into the ‘supposed’ curse and I happen to know a girl who had the misfortune of being born under a black sun.” Luckily, he had no idea who she was, and in no way was Syanna going to tell him she was in fact talking about herself. One could never tell how someone would react to finding out the truth. She learned that the hard way. “She was rejected by everyone around her, mistreated and abused, even by her own family, all because of the superstitions started about it. She appeared to be a normal girl, but I feel the treatment she endured from others only helped to fulfill this prophecy of the curse, turning her into a monster. Sadly, she was lost, but it was something that never set well with me.” 

Syanna: “I regret nothing!” 

Also Syanna:

Let’s talk about this in detail.

That isn’t the face of someone who regrets nothing. That also isn’t the face of someone who just spent their time saying someone (said person walking through the door, Dettlaff) is a tool to them and nothing more than a tool. 

This IS the face of someone who holds regret for their actions and the terrible truth of them that this person is about to find out. 

In this moment, before Dettlaff walks through the door, he thinks he has just found the ones responsible for kidnapping and holding his beloved hostage. Syanna (or Rhena, at least before it’s revealed), can hear the fighting outside. She can hear Dettlaff coming to rescue her. However, of course it’s all a ruse. He doesn’t know that yet. But just for a brief moment, blink and you might miss it, before he opens the door, this flash of regret & guilt washes over her face with her back to him. He hasn’t even called out to her yet, but once he says ‘Rhena!’, she brings her head down as if to compose herself before putting on the act of Rhenawedd. 

And then, of course after this, the truth of her is revealed with it and Dettlaff doesn’t take it well.

Now onto this scene in the Land of a Thousand Fables:

When Geralt starts asking her about Dettlaff, she gives this cold response, saying he was a tool and ONLY a tool. But notice how she kind of hesitates to explain him at first before deciding to call him a tool. It’s almost as if she is trying to look for the right words to say. It’s like she wants to say something else, but goes with the most obvious choice even would think from her.

“Dettlaff… was a tool and only a tool.”

But after she explains to Geralt that she learned to trust no one long ago and that now Dettlaff has to learn the same as she did, notice how Syanna ALSO turns her back to him, looking down after telling Geralt this.

I’m sorry, but this still doesn’t look like someone who doesn’t regret their actions. It just seems like someone putting on an facade, acting like nothing effects them once so ever.

Now the last, and probably one that drives it home for me…

“Dettlaff…it’s not that simple. I–”

“Oh no. It’s very simple. You either deceived me…or not.”

During the confrontation that is absolutely needed where Syanna and Dettlaff can just talk about all that has happened, Syanna is now showing her regret a little. However, I would like to point out how we can’t see her face or expression when she tries to explain herself to Dettlaff. It’s very interesting in particular they wouldn’t show us it, especially with how Syanna continues to only show her true emotions when her back is turned to others or if it’s with someone she trusts. 

Now, people usually try to say: “Well, she is scared of Dettlaff in this moment! He’s going to kill her!”

But didn’t Syanna just say she isn’t afraid to see Dettlaff and that she KNOWS he wouldn’t harm her. However, she is nervous to see him because it’s “always nerve-wracking to see an ex, especially when said ex is a vampire.” 

Now why would she point that out in particular if he was nothing more than a tool?

Conclusion:

I’m sorry, but I don’t buy the fact that Syanna didn’t care of Dettlaff or that she didn’t have any regrets in using him for her means. Syanna is a silvertongue. She knows how to use words to either get her way or to cut you down with them. However, someone good with words or planning things out like her can still show emotion and struggle with composing it. They just cleverly try to hide it with their words, hence, Syanna turning her back and hiding what she’s really feeling, but using sharp words to make you believe something else.

It doesn’t justify what she did. It doesn’t make up for the fact she used someone who cared for her deeply. 

But we honestly can’t look past the fact that she did care for Dettlaff and has some regrets about what she did to him. In the morally-grey world, you can care about someone, use them, and still have regrets/guilt about it too.

She was so bent and focused on revenge and only that she used someone she cared for and that cared for her deeply that it led to a disaster. After all, it’s like she told Geralt: “I’ll either get burned or I’ll burn all else down. No other options.” 

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