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@fvk-destiny sent: “ “words can’t express everything a person feels." for Krouzil or Taz”

“With a little more feeling this time!  Gods above Lambert, you’d think you’d never been in love before with the way you recite lines.”  Taz was, for the most part, joking as he goaded the other man on--a freebie with the offer of helping the teacher prepare for the first night of rehearsals.  He’d finally convinced the board to allow him to present his own play for the spring production after trying to slide it into the curriculum for the past two years as head of the drama department.  It was only after a petition by students that his work had finally slid into the ‘okay’ pile and he was able to finally cast his beloved students into one of his own works. 

Of course he wanted there to be something to go off of, since the play wasn’t exactly one meant to be put on by high schoolers despite some light adapting to make it ‘appropriate’, and had enlisted the help he could at such short notice.  Lambert had, unfortunately, been at arms length, which had placed him front and center. 

“Again, but this time look at me and say it like you mean it.  Like you’ve been trying for years to tell me you love me and the words just never come out right.  You’re frustrated, maybe even angry..!  Ready to make me understand.  Okay?  I’ll start--”  Taz, impassioned, stood across from Lambert on the empty stage, only a few of the stage lights on in an otherwise dark and empty auditorium.  He cleared his throat. 

There had been some people that claimed she was similar to Dandelion. Although Priscilla liked to tease that she was a lot more famous. She had met some of the other Witchers every so often, normally if they were with Geralt. She travelled just as much as they did at least, and she had stumbled across Lambert after she had been doing a show nearby.

The blonde sat opposite to him and gave him a slightly sly smile as she raised an eyebrow in his direction. Sure there were plenty of other seats avaliable but Priscilla was nothing if not insistent. She was slightly less as narcisstic as Dandelion was but, she still had the confidence that nobody was going to turn her away if she came and sat with them.

Kassandra had arrived quite recently in the region. This was what she did all the time now; she kept traveling, fighting members of the Order of the Ancients when she found them all over the world. She was immortal; the staff of Hermes kept her alive, even if she should have died a really long time ago. She often found herself hoping that the heir of memories would come soon, but she doubted it was the case. She remembered the vision only too well.

She was drinking alone that evening. Maybe it happened too often, but she didn’t care. She had nothing better to do; she had a hard time meeting people and talking to them because she could never stay somewhere for a long time. It was too PAINFUL otherwise. 

@fvk-destiny​ said: “ do you trust me? ” || for Ciri

It felt almost STRANGE, to have to team up with someone who wasn’t Geralt or Yennefer. She knew the others, of course, but it still didn’t feel the same. She was on her way to become a Witcher too though; Geralt had even given her a new sword for this. And even if she hadn’t seen Lambert in years, excepted for the battle of Kaer Morhen, she was still glad to see him, and of course she knew she could trust him; Geralt did, even if the other annoyed him from time to time.

“Of course I do.” She assured, letting a brief smirk cross her features. “But you, do you trust me ? I know I put all of you in danger, even if it wasn’t my intention...” Her smirk faded. Of course, she had Vesemir in mind at those words, even if she was trying to not think too much about him.  

“Allow me to save you the time, won’t you? The answer to your question, that which you have not yet formulated, is yes: you may buy me a drink.”

       Somewhere quiet. Somewhere safe. It’s something that everyone desires, wasn’t it? The means to exist and exist without having to look over her shoulder at every turn, and never worrying that the hunters would be on her back. Clara doesn’t care much for her own well-being, but for the safety of her daughter. She has killed for her before. She would again, if it meant they wouldn’t be able to destroy her and she could live free. She doesn’t fear witchers in the ways that others like her might. Their viciousness had been told through stories of old for as long as she could remember, yet each and every one she’d encountered had made no move to kill her.

@fvk-destiny​ for Julian verse!

The viscount had grown as used to the envoy’s company as he could. The witcher didn’t bother him, in fact it did the opposite. Lambert was something new and interesting. The rest bored him, really. Politics. He hated politics. Of course, he’d kept questions to himself, but it had become clear the witcher didn’t really fit in with the others. Julian wasn’t blind, nor was he stupid.