#crownviper

For @crownviper / @sheerwaters, Happy Birthday, Dean!  🎉 🎉

              THE SIGHT OF roche was a surprisingly pleasant one, if only being able to see a former.. companion, of hers from the past. it was disappointing that it was under such horrible circumstance, given the battle or kaer morhen was only a few days away, but.. she would use this time, to catch up.

“   roche --- ! it’s good to see you, again.   ”

        “ woah, roach. “ 

        roach slowed down to a canter as the witcher touched a hand to his         medallion, still as a stone. human? golden eyes peered out into the          thick forest, he heard nothing, and saw less - but that wasn’t unusual         for many of the things he hunted. suddenly his mount began to rear up         and he quickly pressed a hand to her head, using axii to calm the beast         before he jumped off the saddle, holding tight to her reigns in case she         spooked again. 

        the witcher pulled the mare alongside him as they entered the forest in         search of what she had heard. the contract stated drowners, not humans.         what business would humans have in their territory at this hour? bandits? 

        it took less time than he anticipated to find his answer, as within a cave         entrance barely wide enough to fit a man, echoed a familiar voice. with         a friendly nod to the watchmen he released roach at the cave mouth and         wandered in to face the back of his companion.

    Previoulsy much of these towns she’d been able to brush aside. Its dust easily shaken from the intricate, hand sewn fabrics of the Ofieri. Both metaphorically and literally. For each place seemed to hold some matter of discourse. Its people so devout to the flames that licked upward towards the skies. Rather interesting to the princess; her ears ever perked and burning to learn new things of new areas. Yet this….oh, THIS was something entirely different.

    The soft green of veil fell to her shoulders, a hand sliding over brown locks as dark eyes turned upward with the tree. Bodies dangling from its branches; their lifeless silhouettes swaying ever slightly. As eyes flicked quickly about she noticed none seemed to be entranced by the sight as she. None were horrified by these actions. Oh this was quite the change from the civil depiction this land wished to present. At least its citizens seemed to hold thus far. One man lingered however. He stood and stared, though his gaze differed from the horror that lingered in hers.

    Without a word to the two Ofieri men who traveled this land with her, Lenore kept a regal stride ( though one need but glance at her hands to see the tension she possessed ) as she approached the man in blue. Fingers coming to the crown of her head, gesturing forward in a greeting before she spoke, attempting to lighten her accent," Greetings, sir. I wish to ask a thing of you:" Lenore turned to face the despicable display once more, lips snarling as her hand pointed towards its filled branches. Filled with nonhumans only.

Scarred hands move up to his face, cupping his jaw for a split second before her body turns to wrap around the side of his body. Even with her eyes closed she can already feel that the sun creeping from the middle of the half closed shutters. Her hand only moves from his face to scratch her own face, moving up to the scarred scalp and short hair, this before her face buries itself on the side of his body, between the white sheets and his skin. She stays there for a few moments, deep breathes taken as short nails dig gently into his arm only to feel his body shift with a displeased groan. If she really tried to focus her half-asleep mind she could almost imagine how his short, grey hair looked in the rising sun. She didn’t even have to focus a whole lot to imagine the displeased expression as he turned towards her. Her face, now instead of resting against his arm rested against a soft beating heart. 

It was perhaps an alien sensation, to think that either of their hearts was able to beat so slowly without the panic that perhaps their time was coming to an end. The priestess liked to think that they would both die, when it came to be, with their hearts racing and adrenaline playing the drums on their ears. Other’s perhaps might think the thought too grim.

Warm hands rest against her waste pulling her closer and the only thing that she can do is give into the relaxed sigh that leaves through her nose. She can hear the tiny puppy paws running outside of the bedroom from one side to the other. Head tilts up and she lets her black eyes open only slightly as teeth bite his chin gently.

   “Happy birthday, Commander.” her voice is hoarse, barely audible and perhaps he had even missed it but considering how light their sleep was, she highly doubted it. She feels his hands pull her closer and a small smile forms on her lips.

The first thing that Roche probably would notice is a paper on top of his phone, Manala’s handwriting is far prettier than that of the priestess’. 

Happy birthday, hope you like your new case cover for your phone. If not... Well... Good luck! Manala ❤︎

      [TXT: V.R.]  — Coming today?

She was still sitting on her bike, parked in front of the small gym when her fingers typed the text. She was sure that when Manala came to visit her that she’d complain the archaic piece of the technology that her mother had, but again the priestess really could not find any fucks to give when it came to recent piece of techonology. That did not, however, mean that she didn’t keep herself up to date with them, it was part of her job to know how one could get into a phone and in today’s days, it was easier than ever so she would carefully pick her methods of communication over having her daughter’s approval. Slowly, her leg slides from her bike up to the door. Everyone knew each other, only very few people really attended such a club and it was prized for that. For the priestess, it was a simple way that she knew that whoever she was training with knew what they were doing since many of the people that attended and trained there were either military or ( like her ) ex-military.

As she moves into the locker room her fingers are already around the black protective gear. She already knows her way around them, being able to remove them with her eyes closed if it was needed. A satisfied smile however, forms on her lips as she glances back to the mirror, there was a lot that she missed from the military. The structure, hierarchy, the safety and line of command, the constant training, it kept her mind at ease and her body as well.

When she stepped out of the locker room, white towel over her bare shoulder she noticed that he wasn’t there yet. Well, perhaps he’s not going on that day, rope is twirled around her wrists before starting.