#demonslayvr

Niamh gives him an apologetic look once more before she yanks out the piece of metal. She ignores his snarl. Despite his protests, it doesn’t feel right to leave him when he's injured, especially considering she’d been nearby when he’d gotten hurt. He may be a stranger but that doesn’t matter to her.

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          An autumn sun, lines cast into the water, and the chatter of older men over the sound of tunes on the old radio box and waves crashing against the dock beams. The tide was gentle today and there were a few people here and there. Yet oddly there weren't any people far enough out at sea to safely go hunting. As hunger crept closer for the life of man, or came to find suitable prey. Someone fitting to their tastes. They weren't easy to find here this time of year. 

          Summer is where they frequent the ocean on surf boards and boats in their beach bodies and swimwear. Vulnerable and oblivious. But unless Kaleolani were to take their hunt on land, they were stuck with these three fellows. Picky as they were, Kaleolani didn't need three. Just one was enough and they had eyes on one man in particular. Once the other two took temporary leave for snacks or bathroom breaks, it gave Kaleolani the chance to lure their pick over the docks barrier's and into the water with their voice. Once those eyes of his met with their dark pits, it was over for them. 

          Watching as their soul leaves their body, their life fading, sucked from their agape mouth. It was best to keep them quiet before tearing limbs and flesh from bone. It's beneath the dock that all of this is preformed, but in fear of alerting the other two fishermen with their rather messy easy habits, they dive deep and swim away from the shore  to a more secluded part of the beach leaving a bit of a red trail behind in the wading water which is soon dusted away by its gentle sway. It had been the part of the beach they had met Dante. Albeit rockier with more pieces of drift wood to make smashing the skull like a watermelon a little more easier after snapping it from the body. 

@demonslayvr​ sent  🎄 💋 ( icb someone new is about to stab him. )

send 🎄 💋 to kiss my muse under the mistletoe! all kisses will be assumed to be on the lips unless otherwise specified

When he walks in the tavern, Geralt does not expect to be instantly kissed. It catches him completely off guard for someone to come up to him and kiss him so suddenly. He’s no stranger to kissing strangers but the last thing anyone wants is to be hungry and walk in for food only to be assaulted by a kiss.

@demonslayvr​ asked : ‘ come here and kiss me already. ’    /    valentine’s day asks

Nobody mentioned anything about impending death.

“where’s your adventurer’s spirit, dante?” though it was lightly put. when was a witcher’s contract ever not a potential ground for death to strike? frankly, the contract geralt took on wasn’t something he could do easily, and even if two witchers working on the same contract wasn’t exactly something seen often, or at all for that matter, another skilled hand knowing how to wield a sword, a guild brother at that, would sure come in handy. “we’re splitting the reward, of course. come on. it’ll be like the good old times when we tackled that one griffin outside kaer morhen.”

the ghosts always warned her about visitors — some came through portals, some through the door, and one skeletal spectre flitted through the library she was in, whispering in morbid tones about the man following her. val’shara turned to look, her face covered by a black veil that looked like it was made of spiderwebs.