#bialwilk

             theirs is a SAD story --- but not in the way ballads are sad ; even if they are not humans, it’s still simple, trivial even, and it would not be worth mentioning, if only...    ‘     i feel like we are not going to see each other for a long, long while ---- and before you interrupt me, geralt, listen: this time... the choice will not be ours.   ’     was it -- EVER -- theirs?    ‘    something is coming, and ----- look at them; they are dancing and drinking and screwing, but they feel it too. don’t you?    ’

@bialwilk asked for a starter.

this is so sweet im cryin

     I love love LOVE both of you, you make me smile every day, I love seeing both of you on my dash, you are absolutely amazing, and I’m so incredibly grateful to call both of you my friends. <3

“ i need you to stop moving, nothing good comes from it. ” her attempts at cleansing him of injury seem to grow more arduous. ( * @bialwilk​

He hadn’t expected anyone to notice the small movement of him tapping his foot to the bard’s tune, so when the stranger does it seems to catch him off guard. He turns to address the stranger, a smile coming over the elf’s features. ❝ I’d sure hope so after all these years but uh, thank you, I guess. ❞