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Triss observed the couple, finding it perhaps a little strange, but ultimately to see her sister sorceress so happy. And Lambert was less… Lambert now, she almost could tolerate his presence without sparks manifesting at her fingertips. She’d certainly never expected for the pair to get together, but if Keria was happy…

“Keira’s a talented sorceress and a master of glamours…but I do not think even she’s capable of casting a spell to make Lambert less of an ass. Wouldn’t that be an incantation…so many uses. Think it would work on Vernon?” The sorceress cast Ves a sly look, nudging her gently with her elbow. Triss was astounded as everyone else for Lambert to suddenly be an almost pleasant person to be around.

Her concerns was more with Eskel, quiet and sweet Eskel, than with Lambert and Keira.

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Lambert was a prick. She’d known him for less than a day now but of that, she had no doubt. Everything that came out of the bastard’s mouth made her want to punch him in the face, and none of it had even been directed at her. The sorceress seemed to have softened him, somehow. So if it wasn’t a spell, it must have been ... love? For fuck’s sake, if that’s what love was, then she wasn’t interested.

Ves did not return Triss’s sly smile, but considered her words for a moment as her eyes flitted over to the corner of the room where Roche sat alone, drinking and shooting murderous looks across the room at Letho. 

“Nah, Roche isn’t a dick. He’s just ... a bit intense.”

But Triss didn’t seem to be listening anymore -- her attention had turned elsewhere. Ves followed the sorceress’s gaze across the room toward the quiet witcher with the scarred face.

    he’s tailing his next meal, but they’re onto him and it doesn’t seem like his luck will hold up. the marketplace is a good place to lose someone, he’d give them that, unconsciously squeezing between a burly man and a redhead. hands grip at hips, considerably inappropriate for two strangers, and as soon as he comes to the realization he pauses, turning to her. his target is a lost cause, and her words ring in his ear. “ shit--- sorry about that, miss. i was too far in my head and didn’t realize. ”

            HIS EYES DO NOT DRIFT FROM THEIR FIXATION--  a  couple ,    happily  chatting  away ,   a  child  tugging  at  the  mother’s  shirt  in  an  effort  to  show  her  something  he  found .    a  family .   something  warm  to  come  home  to--    geralt  got  corvo  bianco    &    his  swords  tucked  away  above  the  mantle .    why  wasn’t  eskel  allowed  a  happy  ending  too ?    he  wants  to  have  something  equally  belonging  to  him    &   triss .    a  baby .    he  uses  his  arm  already  wrapped  around  her  shoulder    &    hugs  her  closer .

               ‘    with  you ,  ‘    he  replies .    he  looks  to  her ,    a  smile  he  won’t  allow  to  get  too  wide  playing  at  his  lips .    of  course  he’s  sterile    &   of  course  he  knows  any  sort  of  attempted  reversal  would  be  too  experimental  to  try ,    but  his  heart  can’t  be  swayed .   he  keeps  imagining  an  infant  with  her  hair    &   his  ears  that  stick  out  a  bit  too  far ,    &   wanting  nothing  more  than  to  make  it  real .   

“ Hm. ” The vampire did not look convinced, dark eyes flickering from her wan features to the barely perceptible shake of her fingers. It did not take a doctor to see the tell-tale signs of exhaustion there, and as she moved to busy herself with her ingredients again, he remained a hovering presence at her side. A good thing, too, for scarcely five minutes later a hand snaked out to catch her wrist, stopping her before she could pour a vial into her cauldron.

“ That, my dear, will cause the release of some rather unpleasant gas, should you continue. ” He took the vial from her slackened grip, placing it safely out of reach. “ Not deadly by any means, but your nose and throat would not thank you for it. ”

He took up another vial to the left of the original, pressing it into her hand instead. “ My dear, if you insist on continuing, might I offer some assistance? Such delicate work might require more than one pair of hands. ”

              she  sits  at  a  remote  table  in  some  rundown  tavern ,    hands  fidgeting  as  she  waits  for  triss  to  come  through  the  door .    she  keeps  rubbing  her  thumb  over  her  wedding  ring ,    reminding  herself  of  why  she’s  here .    this  has  got  to  work .   it  just  has  to .