#deithwyn

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*ahem* I would like to travel to Europe in german-- general. Europe in general. Like, pretty much anywhere in Europe is great, particularly Western Europe. Scandinavia is on my list, as well as the UK.

I would also absolutely LOVE to go to Scotland ( I know I said UK already, but bite me), particularly because I’m of Clan MacAlister and because of that I get to stay in a castle if I ever get to visit.

“Gwyn, hurry up!” Saskia called-- yelled-- over the deafening sounds of the incoming storm: thunderous clouds on the brink of breaking out overhead, wind powerful enough to bend trees and make them creak and groan under its force, and waves clashing relentlessly against the cliff side. It felt like her words stumbled out of her mouth only to roll back and dissipate somewhere behind her. 

Shielding her eyes with her forearm, Saskia began inching her way to the edge of the cliff. She took slow and careful steps, her legs tense with the strain of standing against the wind. “Gods be damned, Gwyn, we won’t make it back to the village in time.” She finally reached the edge, but the witcher was nowhere to be seen in the now-empty harpies nest where Saskia had left her.  

A motion too sudden made her feet slip on the treacherous slick underneath, and Saskia had to kneel to regain her balance, forcefully pushing her sword halfway to the hilt down into the ground for something solid to hold on to. Frowning deeply, she looked around, down into the sea and further into the forest, but rain had already started falling, obscuring her view.

ship headcanon meme | accepting

1. Who makes the first move and how?

for @deithwyn

MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Natanis: Somewhere merry, bright and loud. With someone merry, bright and loud. And then with another...and another...

Nistana: Somewhere nothing shall keep the tender attention of my sangbonbon away from me. I require complete and utter adoration...

The twins (in chorus): but not anywhere near the water. It is a certain death to our dresses and tresses. Besides, it is not friendly to our lovely, creamy fur. It has a certain tang, put in the wet conditions. Oh, we positively detest it. Indeed, a life of succubus if full of treacherous traps and deep woes!

for @betemorne

LOVE.   who does your muse love?

Natanis: Gloomyfangs, what a question. You, of course! Ah, you greedy beast, as if our fervent and frequent embraces are not a proof in itself. I gave you the last of my jam tarts. If it is not a sign of the deepest affection, then I can devise no better.

Nistana: Although, dear, if you love us truly...why won’t you grow muttochops as your poor little succubus begged you to do?

AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Natanis: Apart from the usual rituals, we sniff a lot around a subject of our affection. Ah, the lingering scent, the whiff of thoughts, the blood-song that comes from a very heart. What can be more delightful? By sniffing I mean the gesture of the most delicate and secretive manner, for our non-kin are somehow taken aback by the most natural expression of tenderness.

XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

The twins, as their playful nature goes, are keen on giving nicknames no less than having one bestowed on them. The softer and sugarier - the better.

for @sapientiaethumanitas

CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

In general succubi do not need or take pleasure in human food. Natanis and her ‘jam addiction’ is frowned upon, but who in earnest can blame the pretty succubus. For having a sweet fang when she herself is so sweet? The carefree creature tasted a jam tart when she was but a hornless little doe and knew no better. Since then, neither of the sisters has tested her affections on any specimen of non-ephemeral cuisine. Against her adventurous nature, Natanis shuns this one new experience in fear of developing new indecent craving.

WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

                    Meme  * /  @deithwyn​​​​ !

            Anoryn.  An  Elder  Elf  specializing  in  arms  &  armor .  She  runs  every  operation  to  ransack  weaponry  &  often  times ,  if  given  proper  tools  &  a  sturdy  anvil ,  she’d  make  armors  herself .  She’s  excellent  in  picking  &  making  the  best  armors  for  the  Scoia’tael’s  conditions  in  the  woods ,  making  sure  every  piece  is  light  enough  to  never  pose  a  problem  against  the  swift  movements  of  Elves  &  yet  strong  enough  to  reflect  attacks .  She  also  picks  &  chooses  which  weapon  fits  which  elf ,  taking  it  upon  herself  to  determine  their  strengths  &  weaknesses  &  thus  providing  them  with  proper  tools  to  complement  their  attributes .

He had become a slight bit lazy in his wealth, raising just short of noon as the owner of Corvo Bianco. B.B didn’t bother him much unless it was necessary, and the vineyard was making decent coin that he was able to lounge about if he pleased. And taking a long break from hunting was just what he needed to do after the events that earned him this place.  This day wasn’t much different from others, rising from bed and pulling on a clean shirt and trousers, nothing like the armor that was lifted on the frames around the manor. He was just making his way downstairs, about to ask after Marlene to make him something to break his fast, when a knock came at the door. His gaze shifted lazily for a moment as if he hadn’t heard the knock quite yet. And soon he answered the door, swinging it open slowly and looking out, only to freeze.