#gwehelyth

by    the    time    the    almighty    king    ordains    the    end    of    the    meeting,    she    is    all    clenched    teeth    &    white    fingers    clutching    the    armrest    of    her    chair.    his    body,    a    shadow    in    her    peripheric    vision    that    she    tracks    down    with    a    slow    turn    of    her    head    ;    predator    finding    its    prey.    she    does    not    move    further    than    that,    only    looks    ;    calculating    eyes    devoid    of    the    warmth    that    she    offered    the    prior    morning,    eyes    hungry    &    body    clumsy    as    she    watched    him    leave    the    bed.    here,    she's    all    sharp    edges    &    barely    concealed    fury.    she    does    not    even    breathe,    her    heart    a    silent    line    as    tensed    as    the    rest    of    her    body.    

ishtar    is    surprised.    not    that    he    would    betray    her,    because    more    than    one    have    had    the    fantasy,    but    the    delivery    of    it    ;    clean    row    of    teeth    in    her    heart,    a    sharp    bite    without    hemorrhage.    she    is    even    more    surprised    of    fate's    lack    of    forewarning    ___    but    honestly,    if    ishtar    had    known,    caranthir    would    never    have    honed    his    teeth    sharp    enough    to    hurt.    that's    on    her.    she    miscalculated.    it    happens.    never    as    badly    as    this,    to    be    sure,    but    she    is    also    clearly    aware    of    the    effect    that    the    elf    has    had    on    her    lately.    he    plays    her    like    a    master    ;    ask    &    you    shall    recieve.    dallying    anger    &    warm    laugh    against    his    ribs    when    she    refuses    to    let    go    &    lazy    looks    &    idle    smiles    &    soft    lips    against    his    jaw    &    an    attentive    ear    &    all    those    fucking    other    things    she    did    just    because    she    wanted    to.    she    just    thought    ___    well.    does    it    even    matter,    what    she    thought    ?    girl    mixes    her    own    dreams    with    fate's    visions    &    bares    her    teeth    in    retaliation...    ffwrch.    that's    admittedly    on    her,    she    will    give    him    that.    

@gwehelyth​  --   bad doggo behave, or else you get the muzzle 😔😔

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it took a few days for news outlets to catch up but 

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how    dare    you    uno    reverse    me    🔪    i.    stan    myrself    for    simping    very    much    for    nina.    yes    im    turning    this    uno    reverse    into    a    uno    reverse    for    @gwehelyth    bc    idc    abt    the    rules    i    do    what    i    want.    SO    NINA    guess    what.    ily    you're    too    cool    to    b    true    and    i    still    cant    believe    it    all    started    with    you    going    feral    for    some    braids    (big    mood    tho)    i    would    like    to    take    a    second    to    appreciate    how    fricking    good    ur    writing    is.    im    just.    in    love.    its    too    pretty    to    b    posted    on    tunglr.    im    basically    reading    everything    you    post.    also    i    FELT    BAD    when    i    killed    caranthir    in    tw3    bc    of    you.    😔    also²    big    thank    you    bc    plotting    w    you    has    made    it??    sm    easier    to    come    up    with    hcs    for    ishtar.    i    feel    like    i    have    a    better    grasp    on    who    she    is    and    its    mainly    thanks    to    you    😔    on    another    note,    a    lil    bit    unrelated    to    rp,    you're.    amazing.    and    im    really    glad    we    get    to    b    friends.    i    hope    i'll    manage    to    hear    ur    accent    very    soon.    but    if    i    hear    u    use    any    québécois    word    im    blocking    you.    

the    ambiance    is    tense,    as    it    always    is    when    the    boys    are    reunited    ;    but    as    most    uncomfortable    things    in    her    very    long    existence,    ishtar    chooses    to    ignore.    it    is    not    that    she    cannot    feel    the    daggers    that    are    being    thrown    accross    the    table    by    their    very    insistant    stares,    it    is    just    that    there    is    no    point    in    drawing    more    attention    to    them.    everyone    can    feel    them,    the    silence    separating    each    member    of    this    table    is    quite    potent    already,    and    even    ishtar    __    who    has    never    had    this    kind    of    issue    in    her    life,    is    wondering    how    she    could    possibly    break    it.    

but    rather    than    focusing    on    the    bad,    she    prefers    to    think    about    the    good    parts    of    this    dinner,    which    are...    well.    hm.    let    her    think,    there    must    be    some    ...    first,    she    rejoices    in    the    possibility    to    look    at    caranthir    :    he's    gone    all    day    and    dinners    used    to    be    a    time    they    could    be    together,    far    away    from    prying,    cruel    eyes.    she    also    tended    to    eat    rather    close    to    him    before    milot    came    along,    so    that    she    would    have    a    chance    to    steal    from    his    plate.    these    things    are    out    of    the    question    now    that    the    boy    was    here,    as    she    thought    more    judicious    to    seat    in    front    of    the    elf    and    to    let    the    human    child    angrily    stare    at    the    wall    if    he    wished    to    __    there    would    be    no    eye    contacts    for    him    unless    he    desired    it.    a    small    mercy,    the    only    one    she    could    afford    at    the    moment.    she    is    a    bit    sad,    however,    that    caranthir    is    so    far    away    :    she    cannot    even    extend    a    hand    or    a    foot    to    nudge    him,    as    she    sadly    lacks    the    gigantic    limbs    of    elves.    

which    is,    yes,    what    she    is    thinking    about    at    the    moment,    rather    than    trying    to    disminish    the    awkwardness    of    the    feast.    it    is    hard    to    go    back    to    her    first    train    of    thoughts    ...    ah.    the    good    parts.    well.    there    is    caranthir,    and    the    food,    and    of    course,    milot.    she    hasn't    seen    him    today    but    she    thinks    she    knows    what    he    was    up    to    :    she    saw    him    on    her    way    to    irrdith's    house,    training.    she'd    love    to    hear    more    about    what    he    did,    but    she    fears    that    a    question    would    only    meet    hostility    __    if    not    from    the    boy,    then    from    the    elf.    in    this    situation,    there    is    no    way    to    win,    which    is    why    she    pours    a    fair    amount    of    wine    into    her    glass.    she    usually    wouldn't    even    approach    the    pitcher,    considering    how    easy    it    is    for    alcohol    to    get    to    her,    but    these    are    trying    times,    and    she    feels    like    she    might    need    the    extra    joyfulness    that    sweet    inebriation    provides.    «        you    wouldn't    believe    what    i    did    today.    [    ...    ]    well.    thank    you    for    asking.    i    went    to    see    irrdith    ___    cawr,    you    know    irrdith    ?    she    trains    those    terrifying    hounds    of    yours.    well,    there    were    babies    !!    so    obviously,    i    asked    if    i    could    keep    one,    and    she    laughed    at    me.    however,    i    wore    her    down.    i'll    have    to    show    you    the    little    monster,    he's...    well,    hideous.    have    either    of    you    seen    a    baby    hound    ?        »    voice    drifts    off,    the    first    opening    for    a    reply    that    does    not    come.    a    raised    eyebrow,    which    looks    much    more    threatening    that    it    should    be,    addressed    to    the    both    of    them    :    no    more    words    are    uttered,    but    the    demand    is    fairly    clear.    talk    or    there    will    be    consequences.

     Words burn at the bottom of his throat — ire and despair, the gravity of the moment do not allow him a moment to breath as he should. Exhaling, boiling air loosens his lungs.  ❝ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 ! ❞  The shout that echoes through the forest, a flock of startled robins leaves the premises;  ❝ 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔! 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐑 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋 ! ❞  His whole body opposes the abductors to no avail; defiance cannot save a child — though Milot is willing to give it a shot.

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               >> ⚔️ <<                     HE’S NO FOOL,   HE’S AWARE THAT    his presence and riding with the hunt was to lure cirilla to them.    he hopes,   for her freedom and her sake that she doesn’t take the bait.    he took it in replacing yennefer but he could last like this.   he could manage.   brows knit as frosted breath escaped his lips as he catches the scent of the other,    turning his head to spy where he enters from.                 ❝         what     ??        ❞          he isn’t in the mood    ------------    but he has a feeling that they’re riding out once more.   a lead.   hopefully one that leads nowhere.