#lutysta

A WONDERFUL THING.  her tongue  clicks  at a sudden bitter taste on her tongue. she dislikes the flippant manner in which he asks  –  as if magic were all  PARTY TRICKS  &&  STIRRING POTIONS, with no notion of the blood, sweat  &&  tears poured into each and every spell. no notion of the critically high cost that yennefer is all to familiar with. 

“ a number of reasons. lack of talent is, perhaps, the greatest. a sentiment our respective guilds apparently do not share. ”   not even sparing a moment to let the  JAB  sink in, she continues, counting out on her fingers.  “ fear, superstition, intelligence – though, i suppose that goes hand-in-hand with talent – dedication, prejudice, pain  …  DEATH. ”   she lets that one sit for a moment, hoping the beat of silence adds to its gravity.  “ and, of course, i suppose it’s simply rare that one’s willing to trade  ALL THAT THEY ARE  for the chance to wield a little magic. ”

then, quickly as it came, the intense stare fades with a shrug.   “ just off the top of my head, of course. have i adequately  ANSWERED YOUR RIDDLE,  my dear bard ? ” 

This is one of those things she’s very hot && cold about – sometimes she’s all for it, others it pisses her off. It all depends on who she’s with, where they are, what they’re doing, her mood, etc etc. Your best bet might actually be to ask her first.

Normally she’s a little more on the reserved side ( especially in public ), but she’s a romantic at heart and grand gestures are nice every so often. Doesn’t mind a little dose of ( healthy, reasonable, non-controlling ) possessiveness either.

yen might disagree but ur dandy boi is ALWAYS welcome to come bug the fuck outta her!!! dfghj i’d give a better reply if it wasn’t 12:47 am but you’re an angel thank you so much ♥♥♥

❛ dandelion . . . ❜   the words came out as more of a plea than he'd intentioned; finally punctuated as lips were pressed into a thin line, the sigh of a word cut off. he was so terrified of losing the other, a man he'd considered so much greater than simply being a better half   /   oftentimes, he occupied the dhampir's thoughts, his nights, entirely - - - he was no half, julian was his whole being ;   

❛ then what's troubling you? ❜   he doesn't want it to sound harsh, gods forbid forceful ;  he means the best && he is trying, so hard, to keep his grip light, expression soft && sweet  -  it's so unlike the dhampir, the gentleness in such extreme features   - - -   &&  it CAVES, it always does. brow furrows && a familiar expression of worry settles in, twisting features. adrian squeezes the bard's hand, gently, in return, rubbing circles into sunkissed skin.

// not to insert myself; but the desperation with which geralt sought help for jaskier after the djinn? no way an 'unfeeling monster' would move that quickly, be that determined, be so worried that the last thing jaskier ever heard was an argument!! this is brilliant, exactly captures it!

Unprompted ! || Accepting! @lutysta​

“Cherish the occasion, then,” Saskia offers plainly, a hint of amusement concealed, just barely so, under her scowl. She fixes the man with her rigid gaze, uncertain what to make of him. The way he’s clutching his lute to his chest... does he believe she would try to take it from him? Or, an even more ludicrous notion, does he believe it would protect him if she truly intended to hurt him?

Saskia has met many strange men during her years spent living among people, but this one-- she has the feeling he will turn out to be a special kind of puzzling.