#brokenxclock

Yennefer was still recovering from the battle. She put on a strong persona, and of course, did all she could to pick up the pieces, but in reality, the sorceress was exhausted. Her whole body ached on a daily, her eyes stung, and most of the time she couldn’t even see properly. It was a price she had to pay to fight for what was right. Even if it meant others lost their lives in the process. 

The woman sat at the bar, her fingers tapping against the glass that held her strong alcoholic beverage. She could hear the bard playing songs and while normally she’d get annoyed by it, today, she didn’t. She hummed along with the music, missing some notes here and there. Yen lifted the glass to her lips and paused when she heard an all too familiar voice. Her cheeks warmed, her stomach fluttered with butterflies, and her chest tightened. Geralt. 

The sorceress turned in her seat, towards the voice. “I should have known you’d be here.” She said, a teasing smile playing on her lips. She could make him out enough, but her eyes still struggled to fully focus. Even with the magic she had, she couldn’t yet fix her vision. 

Emilia was bored and decided to ask her best-friend if they would come with her next week to see a film she had been dying to see. It was a chick click and she wasn’t sure if he would appreciate it or not, but she didn’t want to go alone. She could be independent when she wanted, or she used to be. But since their friendship she found herself not wanting to be alone anymore. So she was laying in her bed, a new Netflix show on in the background on low volume. However when the voice on the other end picked up... it sounded different. On edge, breathy, low...longing. Emilia swallowed because that type of voice...it...it...was he? Biting into her lower lip she asked softly. “Are you okay?” But the soft groan..oh! She should hang-up, but why pick-up to begin with? What? Was was her hand pressing between her thighs? Granted she was beneath the covers and her hand was on top of them. “D-do you want me to call back later?”

Drinking starters

The statement made Aluzka giggle. “Why would you be afraid to say that? It’s just me.” Her lips drew in her straw for another sip of whatever she had been drinking. She couldn’t remember the name, it was delicious though. 

Mark could see the pain in callie’s face, he was alive and that was something he had been taking for granted. He had been so consumed by the grief and the pain that he wasn’t focussing on what he had. “Callie...” He whispered, and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. “I’m here -- I’m here.” He whispered, stroking her hair gently, it had been a few days now since he had been stable. “I’m here and it’ll -- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry and we’ll -- we can do this. I can do this. I promise. You and Sofia...that’s what keeps me going.”

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

“yeah?” mark asked, whilst he was doing better, there was still a long way to go. he sat down after a small physio session, small but he felt as though he’d ran a marathon. “everything catching up with you?” he asked and sipped his water, maybe it was that and the fact that he just wanted to give up most days. callie was his cheerleader, but he couldn’t help but feel like a burden to them all. 

“m’not going anywhere, though my heart does feel like it’s giving out every time I walk.” he commented, before giving her a apologetic look. “sorry -- not funny. I’m not going anywhere, I’d have croaked it by now if I was going to.”

🍸 play never have i ever

callie and mark rarely got this time together these days, yes they weren’t a couple but he still missed being around her. things were getting there, life was adjusting. she was so busy looking after everyone and he finally felt as though he was someone he didn’t have to baby and take care of all the time. “come on, I’ll think of something....” mark smiled, granted most of the things callie had brought up, he had done. and vice versa. between them both they were bound to drink a bottle of vodka each. “never have I ever....had a threesome. and that’s not from lack of trying.”