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@lilackissed asked:
“I’d come back to haunt you.” (for Jaskier)
A frown settled on the bard’s face and, was that a momentary grimace for the dramatics of it all? Indeed, it was. “A terrifying thought. I’d have to find a non-Geralt witcher to deal with that.” Something in his tone was a joke. Something. On some level.
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Threads of Fire & Fate
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“Yennefer,” Pip stressed for what felt like the millionth time.
“Of?”
“Of Vengerberg!” he says with exasperation clear in his tone.
“Never heard of her...”
He sighed, nodded with a weary smile crawling onto his lips. “Thanks anyway then.” He groaned as he decided to leave the market area he’d been scouring. He’d caught reliable word that she’d be here, that she’d been here for ages and would like be here for ages longer. He knew she was around. She has to be! He has no more leads!
His fingers tingle slightly, and he shakes them to shake out the feeling of exasperation that prompts the tingling. Sometimes, when he gets too emotional, fire just starts pouring of him. It can become all-consuming at times. That was why he needed her. He needed someone to teach him how to be a real mage, and not just anyone, he needed the best. Yennefer was that in his eyes and more. Of course, he’d never met her, couldn’t speak for her actual character, but her skill was renowned.
Sighing dejectedly, he makes his way through the throng of people toward the inn he was sheltering at, thinking he wouldn’t know if he’d been looking her in the face. What if he had? What if he’d asked her directly and she’d feigned dumb? Gods, was this hopeless? Was it silly to think he could attract her presence by mere want and desire alone? Alas, he still held on hoping that she might just appear to him like some thread of fate was connecting them, as if he was some protagonist in a story that required she guide him, as if she was the missing piece to his hero’s journey...
Starter for @lilackissed "Welcome, Yennefer of Vengerberg.”
The rains outside Dragonstone were audible, as were the noisy waves that crashed back and forth along the shore. Daenerys Targaryen had spent so much of her life used to brittle sand and harsh, dry winds that the sounds of a storm almost felt like a distraction.
She made an effort to focus on the guest that she had summoned weeks ago. Surely the foreign woman was anxious to know why the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms should beckon her to Westeros - especially when Daenerys had only set foot in her homeland very recently herself.
“I imagine it’s been a long journey,” the silver-haired woman said, rising from the stone chair that centered the room. Normally, the dragon queen would stay seated. Appear more formidable. This particular guest, however, had been summoned for personal reasons. “One that I am enormously grateful for. Rest assured, you will be given the utmost care during your stay here. And a ship for your journey back to... wherever you see fit.”
Standing opposite Yennefer, hands clasped at her waist, Dany allowed a small smile. “Rumor has it you are the best sorceress our age has seen. It is an honor that you should agree to come all this way.”
❝ let’s stop for a little while. let Roach rest. ❞
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❈ --- The chill in the air had Brenna pulling her cloak tightly over her shoulders. It was dusk, the sun was dipping lower and lower and casting golden hues mixed with pinks and purples throughout the sky, as if it were a painted canvas. A beautiful sight that the witcher appreciated as she rode upon Alistair, her horse. If only it wasn’t so chilly. But the chill only meant that winter was soon approaching, and Brenna would be on her way back to Kaer Seren. For now though, she was headed to the nearest village for a warm meal and a soft bed. And, if she was lucky, a hot bath to boot.
What she hadn’t anticipated was running into a woman this deep in the woods. Sure, there were always the few weary travelers but at this time of day, there were even fewer. Slowing Alistair down, blue orbs narrow and glance over the woman before Brenna speaks out. “Hello, are you in need of assistance?”
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There it is, that little smile, it furthers the graciousness of their features, if only they knew that, maybe they would have wore it more often. Still, he is satisfied enough for this little gesture proves the mutuality of this between them, a reassuring fact since they are not someone to trust others easily, or so he believes. He could be wrong, he could always be, and he knows it, which is exactly why the doors for knowledge are never closed for him.
Their comment almost makes him chuckle, but he holds it, playing the part, lightheartedly. ❝ One would never have predicted that with all the complaining~ ❞ Now the grin on his features gives him off because he wants it to.
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he stood within aretuza, down within one of the classrooms where tissaia showed young , fresh mages how to conduct the chaos that grew inside of them . often he would hide with the darkness of the halls and just . . . listen . attempting to learn without them knowing that he could do magic . for them to learn would only give his creator that excited look in his eye . one that chilled his bones . but now the chamber stood empty , except for himself — a rock and a flower .
what the hell was he supposed to do ?
pale fingers gripped the flower much too tight , his hand shivering as he repeated the words over and over again . how could he not do this ?! he had repaired a ripped scroll when he had torn it by accident ! it was reactionary — ugh ! he had questions and no one to answer them who wouldn’t find it strange how ‘ golem ’ wanted to learn .
that was when he heard footsteps — quickly he turned around holding the rock and flower behind his back .
“ t-tissaia had asked me to clean here , much too dusty for the girls to learn properly , i-i assure you — oh ! ” golden eyes lit up when he saw the violet ones meet his gaze . “ Yen . . . should really make yourself known a little sooner . nearly gave me a fucking heart attack .” vis laughed , feeling his cheeks turn that soft shade of blue .
@lilackissed asked:
“ you’re not alone. ”
“That depends on how you define alone. Or on what area you mean.” Cornflower gaze flicked up to meet violet. “Do you ever feel it? Like you’re surrounded, but alone. People are there. Friends, lovers, fans, it doesn’t really matter. Like they’re only... temporary fixes.” Perhaps he’d had a bit to drink. Perhaps he’d had more than seemed to now be his norm. “Temporary distractions. All, inevitably hollow.”
