Aug 21, 2022
PRINCESS CIRILLA OF CINTRA
My grandmother fought battles and wore dresses. You can do both.
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PRINCESS CIRILLA OF CINTRA
My grandmother fought battles and wore dresses. You can do both.
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CIRI WEEK
day two ↝ favorite trait
@ciriweek 2022 | day one: favorite scene
local kid and her little horse in a frying pan
[ID: art of Ciri and Ihuarraquax resting in the Korath desert. Ciri has tan skin and grey hair. she is in torn clothes, with a makeshift bandage over her head wound. she slumps against Ihuarraquax, her arms embracing him. they sit in the shadow of a large boulder. the landscape around them is red and grey, with stone debris, thorny bushes, and a deep ravine on the right side, which is overlooked by jagged vertical rock formations. the sky is a bleached yellow. in the far distance, a mountain range looms. end ID]
Cirilla
The White Haired Witcheress AND Empress of Nilfgaard
She is BOTH regardless of the endings.
Shot given by @alphagravy and my edits in PS.
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My contribution to Ciri week! Based on an fic I'm currently writing 🖤
i wanted to do something for ciri week. this is what i managed.
friends, comfort, holds
ciri lays on her bed, arms folded in tight--holding herself--to trap the heat. geralt had given her a mountain of extra blankets but it wasn’t enough. wasn’t enough to stop her from shivering when she felt like this.
she should be used to the cold, but she feels so lonely. she thinks of skating through the snow in skellige with the palace boys. she thinks of kneeling in the cold cintrian muck playing knucklebones, gnawing on stolen bread. has she ever really had a friend?
she thinks of handing her glove to dara, both of them equally cold now. she thinks of him screaming at her. you bring terror and death wherever you go.
ciri squeezes her eyes shut against the tears.
