Jun 4, 2018
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“Hm? Well, who might you be?” The King asked curiously with a raised brow as a response for the current time being. “And what do you want?” He asked in pause.Â
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@ashenxone - (Liked)
“Hm? Well, who might you be?” The King asked curiously with a raised brow as a response for the current time being. “And what do you want?” He asked in pause.Â
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Rashiida was alone, until she arrived.
That portal that the ashen-haired woman came out of was not an ordinary sorceress’s portal, of that, the witcher’s keen eyes could be certain. No, the portal she stepped out of looked more other-worldly, as if the woman had literally been to the darkest corners of the universe, and then returned to the mundane like one walks through a door to enter the kitchen.
The Zerrikanian clasped one hand over Manticore medallion around her neck, feeling it vibrate, and the other on the steel scimitar on her hip, eyeing the woman cautiously.
“Who are you?” She asked with terse words, voice gruff.
đź“‚đź“‚ Myrcella and Loras?
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Myrcella Baratheon isn’t exactly happy with her place in the world. It’s nothing she would ever say, she’s lucky to be a princess, but as an adventurous child she wasn’t very happy. Due to her status (and gender), Myrcella wasn’t allowed to do much in the way of adventuring– though she certainly tried unsuccessfully.Â
Loras Tyrell had his first crush on a boy in Highgarden when he was eight, a stable boy status lower than his own. They kissed behind the stable, and were caught. Loras was highborn and it was brushed under the carpet, though his father was not kind about it. He never saw the other boy again… Loras did not attempt another relationship until several years later when his sister’s betrothed approaches him. Given they are both high born and (mostly) discreet, it seems like the best arrangement he could ask for.Â
🌀 (whichever way works best for you, be it Miraak or Ciri beaten up, lmao)
a small meme compilation - find my your muse, injured and alone after being beaten up
   Nothing should be out here but plunderers and scavengers, picking through whatever it is that battle leaves behind. But as Kyne weeps for the sons and daughters of Skyrim, and sends her tears to wash the ground clean of gore, there is one figure that picks his way through the carnage without an eye for gains. The rain comes down so hard he almost cannot see, but what he seeks cannot be found with the eyes anyway. He listens to the soft pulse in the air. The Thu’um will do that to a person; change the very nature of them, until he can taste it.
She is off from the main of the battlefield. Lying by the swollen river, her blood puddling between the pebbles, as the water threatens to drag her away. He pulls her from it’s grasping flow. Somehow she breathes still, shallowly, whatever fabric poking out from beneath her armour stained dark red. Knelt beside her, he wonders what, truly, he is doing here; what he intends to discover, or gain. But he does not have time to ponder - or rather, she does not have time for him to ponder. So he puts a hand on her side, where straps have been cut and the blood is the worst, and feels for what within is damaged. He heals only enough to staunch the bleeding, as the freezing rain is likely to undo whatever benefit he provides faster than he can give it, so that he can safely lift her into his arms, and carry her back across the battlefield, where bedraggled crows and wolves watch them pass, towards eagle-headed towers and a crumbling ruin between the trees.
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“Don’t rely just on your sight,” Ciri replied. “Feel your way around, and listen to your surroundings.” She then stopped and turned in his direction, carefully stretching her hand out, palm turned upwards. “If it will help you, take my hand. At least, until we get out of this god forsaken darkness and can see our way again.”
“That’s...I think that’s easier for you,” he murmured softly. Feel his way around? He could barely get through town without tripping over himself sometimes. And his ears? Ornamental, he called them. His senses paled in comparison to those of the woman leading the way and truly he felt guilty for not being able get through something as simple as darkness without issue.
He slowly extended a hand, flinching as slender fingers brushed Ciri’s. The elf half stepped forward, gently taking her hand in his as wide eyes gazed into the darkness ahead. Â
“You would be able to tell if something lurked out here with us, right?” The thought alone nearly froze him in his tracks.  “Can things still sneak up on you?” Please say no...
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The heart for the pre-established relationship thing
FRIENDS.  childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .ROMANCE.  childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other . open for discussionFAMILIAL BOND.  sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  / other .ENEMIES.  dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .
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“Keep looking at me, Ciri, keep looking at me.” He said, his hands working fast, uncorking one of many vials he carried. He quickly poured the antidote over the wound, knowing it would sink into the flesh and chase the poison away… but it would really be a race with time as the darkness of the vile venom has already spread so much through her body.
Her wheezing breaths made his heart freeze with fear and desperation but he didn’t stop. “Hang on there. You’re strong, you can do this. Just a moment more, you can do this.” He talked to soothe her though he was aware how little comfort his words could offer. He was loosing her and the prospect was chilling him to the bone with icy dread. “Keep breathing, the poison is going away, keep breathing, my girl, just a moment more and it will be easy again.”
But it wouldn’t be. Her breaths grew even shallower, even more strained and the antidote wasn’t working fast enough. Dread clamped its icy claws around his insides as he gently pulled her closer over his lap, reaching to stroke her hair gently, her cheek. She would not make it, he realised and his heart grew still with sorrow.
“It’s alright, Ciri, it’s alright…” He said softly, making himself smile at her, soft and fond and doing his best to hide the sorrow that was starting to fill him. He couldn’t do more for her, only try to make her passing as gentle as possible. “You’ll be just fine. And you did amazingly. That was a mighty beast you took down. Wait till you show the trophy to Geralt, he might even admit he’s proud without scolding you first.” He smiled at her more, stroking her hair, watching as she closed her eyes, her breaths so shallow, so short now but calmer, too. “Rest now, my girl. Everything will be alright…”
Her breaths stopped and her heart soon followed, leaving behind a deathly silence that shattered Regis’ heart. His smile was long gone and only sorrow painted his face as he kept gently stroking her hair.