#hdgewitch

“Thank you driver!” She forces a smile which goes unacknowledged, or maybe unnoticed, barely there as it is. Assire presses her card to the sensor, waits for the beep that acknowledges her tagging off, adjusting the scarf around her neck as she steps off the bus.

She pushes away the rapidly rising unease, that uncomfortable tightness in her stomach, that crawling feeling in her skin. She is not fond of shopping malls, there’s too many people, too much noise, too many stimuli pulling her this way and that, making it difficult to focus. But she has promised Keira that she would come, and Assire keeps her promises, no matter how much she feels like this is going to get a whole lot more uncomfortable before the day is out. She has never quite understood shopping. To her, it is a chore, something to be avoided as much as possible – how people can actually enjoy the process will forever be a mystery to her.

Assire makes her way through the crowd, hands in her pockets, gaze firmly downcast, looking up every now and again to look for any sign of her friend. They are friends, aren’t they?

She can hear her before she can see her, that unmistakeable laugh, that ringing voice. Assire is relieved she doesn’t have to wait.

@hdgewitch​ asked: ​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

five senses sentence starters | accepting

Yennefer raised an eyebrow, her cool exterior giving her a slight upper hand, though the sound had concerned her as well. “We’re in the forest, Keira. Sounds happen.” She tilting her head, a taunting smirk curling on her lips, though her attention was divided between teasing the sorceress in front of her and listening for the sound again. “Don’t tell me you’re scared?” For all they knew, it was a harmless animal. A fox screaming to the others. Or it could be much, much worse.

ok but does he wash it. his ass.

he tries to be fairly hygienic and washes regularly when he finds a tavern or a lake/river

but he’s also a witcher who’s on the road a lot so

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i actually envy you that sense of wonder  ...  common in children, knights errant, and morons.

one would think that he'd learn his lesson of going on any kind of journey to an ancient elven ruin with one keira metz, but here he was, slumping through the cave with the sorceress, a torch in hand to see at least a bit better. "you sure about that? i hear rats just around the corner, at least half a dozen of them." was that an asshole move? most certainly, but if that was the only way to stop the arguing and get keira to somewhat cooperate, then he'd use any means possible to achieve just that. after all, this time it wasn't her who needed his help, but the other way around.

"hmmm... there's a draft coming from the left. exit shouldn't be all that far. you can leave, if you want, wait for me outside."

 Philippa listens, head tilted slightly to the side, eyes narrowed, seemingly absentminded as she turns the heavy gold rings on her fingers. This is interesting indeed, both the problem and the person asking the question. She has taken notice of Keira Metz – not unexpectedly, the young sorceress from Carreras is basically crying out to be noticed, to make an impression, to draw attention to herself. Philippa’s interest, however, is anything but carnal – although she can certainly appreciate Keira’s aesthetic appeal, it’s her potential that has drawn the elder magician’s eye. A potential that is currently in the process of getting squandered at a rapid rate.

Being consulted on matters of an arcane, intellectual nature is a pleasant surprise.

“I think I know what you mean, dear.” She nods, remembering the difficulties she encountered herself when she was working on solidifying her illusions. “And your answer is that you’re overthinking things, most likely. You’re pressuring yourself to create something real. This isn’t conjuration, it’s illusion. Embrace the fakeness. Expand upon it. Listen, I will show you what I mean.”

sms: keira metz 

[txt] you just sent a snap

[txt] I just finished my shift I’m like five hours into overtime tonight was a nightmare

[txt] I wish people had their stupid brain haemorrhages at a normal time of day I s2g

[txt[ and now some arsehole has parked me in!!!

[txt] i just want to leave I am sick to death of this hospital

[txt] and I care because that’s just the kind of person I am

[txt] didn’t you know that all surgeons are altruists

[txt] uwu