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Giant maid series

climbing sweetie sweetly 🥰

credit to @/gtposeref for the base

-C

Business is booming

Geralt just took out a huge chort that was infesting the home of a very peculiar mage. They didn't care about their maid dying, they didn't care about their kitchen being smashed in during the fight, the only thing they cared about was that their garden and greenhouse were perfectly immaculately left alone. they tell him their payment for him is worth ten of their manors, and that they are actually quite handsomely tipping him. And then they hand him a little leather bag, about the size of his thumb. He pulls open the drawstring and pours out his reward, and finds a single seed. Before he can complain, the door slams, and they refuse to answer. He doesn't have time for this. He and his stupid little seed leave. It's been days, and for some reason, the seed lingers in his mind. It infiltrates every thought. He finds himself unable to sleep, swearing he hears something. He thinks he may be cursed. Geralt finally gives up, attaches a small pot to Roach's saddle, and plants the seed. He waters it, and it gets plenty of sun during their ride, and he can finally sleep again. It's growing remarkably fast. Geralt begins worrying again. It's been mere days and it's sprouting a bud already. It appears to be a flower, which isn't usually something Geralt would drag along with him, but perhaps it can be useful when it blooms. Maybe it is good for potions? He'll ask Lambert. He's meditating one night when he hears muffled singing. He cracks an eye open and notices the closed bud of the flower is glowing from within. He sneaks over to where he placed the pot - on a stump while Roach rests - and squints his eyes. The flower blooms and blossoms before his eyes, petals unfurling to reveal a miniature nude man kneeling in it's center, cradling a stamen as he vocalizes random vowels. He looks up at Geralt with bright blue eyes and beams at him, holding his arms out as if he expects to be picked up and carried. Geralt knew he'd end up cursed.

Olympe’s a (very fashionable) borrower