First Lines Tag Game
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people
Thanks for tagging me, @do-androids-dream-ao3acc , this is fun 😊!
Here are my latest first lines, some are quite wintery ❄️ (I'm boring, all are for The Witcher):
"Sorry, but — by the Gods — you all stink to high heaven!" Yennefer exclaims, wrinkling her pretty nose. (The Big Hansa Scrub up. Cahir/Milva, Geralt/Yennefer)
It snows like never before in Toussaint. Tons and tons of white powder settle on the roofs of the picturesque castles nestled amongst peacefully slumbering vineyards like icing on a cake. (If fucking was a sport. Geralt/Fringilla)
Hiding between the bushes that grow along the bank of the Chotla, Cahir stares at the chaos and devastation unfolding before his eyes on the opposite side of the river. (To Kiss or not to Kiss. Cahir/Milva)
"F-fuck my frozen arse, do you see that, Geralt?" Angoulême chatters, pointing across the frozen tarn and at the snow-covered structure between the equally snow-covered trees. (This Pain Will Pass Away. Hansa fic, Cahir/Milva)
The stars are shining bright tonight. Thick layers of new snow cover the mountains, the forests, the sleeping vinyards and the roof tops of the pictoresque houses and castles of the fairytale Duchy of Toussaint. (Eye In The Sky. Ciri & Geralt)
The two kittens are sitting on the window sill licking each other with their tiny pink tongues. The light of the late morning sun spills into their black fur, revealing rich brown undertones she has not seen before. (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire. Cahir/Milva)
They ride along the northern bank of the Yaruga all day, but alas, neither a ferry nor any other possibility of crossing the river reveals itself to the travellers. (Bleed the Beast Black Blood. Hansa fic)
Softly, he moans into the black waves of Yennefer's hair while she kisses his neck so passionately she draws blood. (Moans of lust and moans of pain. Yennefer/Istredd)
Shit, the sun will set soon in the west and she is still not anywhere close enough to reach Kaer Morhen today. Another night that she will have to spend alone outside in the rugged wilderness of the Blue Mountains. (A Pyre for a Ghost. Witcher Ciri & Leo Bonhart)
The steep, rugged cliffs of Thanedd Island look almost inviting in the early morning sun under a summer sky speckled with clouds, the sea around it light blue and calm. (The Calm before the Storm. just Cahir)
And a little bonus, the first line of my fic for the Witcher Mini Bang, which will be posted during the first week of March:
The spiral bangles around Xarthisius’ arms clink ominously as he leads the Emperor through a dimly lit passageway carved into the dark rock of Monster Mountain. (A Monster Came A-flying, Hansa fic)
Tagging: @my-jokes-are-my-armour @silvertheraven @kingthunder
@nightcrews @ange-fandom-happy @krnberg @summersaints
@abqgnu @averbienque @morriganwarrior @powerofadyingsun
and everybody else who'd like to do it!
