#osculumabmor

“ i should pity every version of you, then, for having to endure me, ” just as every version of her would have struggled over the impossible task of indifference, of pretending she didn't need geralt. yennefer's smile is a quick flash, easily denied, and just as easily returned. the sorceress draws closer to the witcher, her fingers sweeping the invisible dust off his shoulder and then lingering there.

yennefer recalls his first declaration in aretuza, and the deep and profound shock upon hearing the words so publicly. for all their time together and apart, the years of stubborn arguments, wishes and wars, they circled back to each other; geralt had remained infuriatingly constant despite her best efforts at distance. “ i won't settle for anything less, geralt, ” there's a pause, then, the amused smile that had unwittingly returned now softening, as her eyes lower to his lips. the admission perched at the tip of her tongue does not go astray, “ i love you, too. ” @osculumabmor.

unprompted // @glasyanfire ;;

Tamlen ached, down to the very marrow of his bones. The excursion through the eluvian (had it been an eluvian? he'd never seen one and wouldn't know) had left him blighted and broken, barely able to stand on his own two feet.

But stand he did. Because what else could he do?

He followed the aching thread of the taint, pulling him closer and closer to... something. He didn't know what. But he knew he had to follow it. To reach the end of it. Even as it lead him towards a human army. He stayed out of sight best he could, until his eyes alighted on someone he recognized.

"Varnan!" The name tumbled out of his mouth in relief. "How are you-why are you-" But he supposed it didn't matter. How were either of them here? Tied together by the very thing that was killing them?

Tamlen didn't know. But relief flowed through him, feeling like a soothing breeze on a warm summers day, and that was enough for now.

okay here are BOTH from grier !!!

ooh i see many bingos in both of these &, to be fair, some of these would change in her warlock verses. she's always an acts of service girlie, but i can see gifts also taking the place of that a bit – as in, you're off the hook for acts of service if you get her enough shiny shit. reliable too isn't as big to her because she has her patron.

managing the money is a surprisingly big one though. she finds it enjoyable to do, & reads it as a slight & lack of trust. which, it well might be, but still. she'll remember that one. they'll just have to fight & make out about that one.

unprompted // @osculumabmor ;;

There's something unbelievably attractive about Grier going about her business -- brushing her hair out after a long day or washing her face, sharpening a knife or eating dinner. It wasn't alluring per se, but there was a certain beauty in the mundanity. Nan couldn't help herself.

        it is early in the morning, the sun barely starting to peek over the horizon, the sky awash in shades of bright red-orange and deep grey-blue. the warden sits perched on a rock, eyes eagerly wandering the view, devouring in the sight of it. she chose the final watch of the night for a reason; after so many years unable to enjoy such a view, she is all the hungrier for natural beauties.

        mei bristles at the sound of subtle footsteps through the grass behind her, however, turning quickly to see who approaches and relaxing only slightly when she sees the assassin. at least he's not a templar, she thinks. there are worse fates in this world than death.

the morning after // @osculumabmor ;;

Nan had been attached to Grier from the second she changed back to her normal form, snuggled in close to enjoy the warmth of Grier's skin against her own and feel their heartbeats mingling. She slept like a log all night, only waking when Grier finally started to stir, and wasted no time peppering her with slow, gentle kisses. A purr rumbles in her throat, and she laughs quietly at the confession.

Nan's own body was sore, limbs like lead where they lay, but exhaustion was never going to stop her after a night like the one they'd had -- doubly so considering Grier had taken the brunt of the pain last night. The last thing Nan wanted was to force her to push through any discomfort today.

@osculumabmor / @baldursgte