#cerbin

He frowned gently, gaze meeting violet. “Are you absolutely sure?” What was one more secret in the grand scheme, but... he wasn’t sure, himself.

      “——I never thought I’d see the day when you look like utter crap and,  wait,  Yennefer are you okay?”  The insult/teasing remark was interrupted by concern.  

“What is your name?” @cerbin​

       >> ⚔️ <<                                  ❝         WELL    .  .    ARE YOU    with me then,   yennefer   ??    or are we    leaving    in a fashion that    I DON’T LIKE.         ❞        

“Like rubbing wine stains into rugs... it’s my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse.”

                          *  ━゜   starter  call   /   @cerbin​  .

bandages wrapped across his upper chest,  the once white material now stained red with the blood that was soaking through. the white wolf found himself still in a daze, only able to push himself up by his elbows and not much more. his senses were still distorted, a blurred gaze and the sensation of being trapped underwater that muddled with his hearing. but through all that, he was still able to sense her presence, through the way his heart screamed and pounded just by her being near.   ❛ yes... ❜   he answered, plain and simple, as he focused golden hues onto her. it was not unusual for either of them to leave, when the other was not aware ; the fact she stayed as a true surprise, but he was grateful she did.    ❛ but thank you. ❜   voice full of grit spoke, body uncomfortably shifting on the bed he was sitting up upon.   ❛ for staying... ❜

      ❝ I miss moments like this more than anything . ❞ the wolf utters quietly ,  his hands resting atop his stomach as amber eyes settled on the distant horizon .  The stillness of it all reminded him of a painting ,  even despite the soft rustling of the trees in the wind and the specs of movement below them .  he SHIFTS slightly ,  looking over to his compatriot and nodding to the spot beside him before scooting over so they could both sit beneath the boughs of the whispering hillock .  it wasn’t much ,  but he finds it rare that the two of them stopped to ‘ smell the roses ‘ ,  so to speak . Velen wasn’t much to look at ,  but it felt like the first time he’d been able to sit down and relax in a very long time .