@angcltouched sent a raven: “You’re shaking—come closer.” ( hades to yennefer )

       Shifting  closer,  she  ignored  the  hint  of  smugness  in  his  tone.  It  had  been  her  idea,  but  the  prickle  of  power  that  washed  over  her  had  stolen  her  breath.  The  corpses  at  her  feet  scarcely  resembled  humans  anymore,  though  she  kept  trying  to  see  it.  Too  many  pieces,  and  even  those  had  been  contorted,  twisted.

"Do  you  feel  better?'

       His  hunger  had  felt  like  needles  trying  to  sink  into  her  skin  as  he'd  crowded  her,  trying  to  assuage  one  hunger  in  hopes  it  would  distract  another.  An  ever  present  thing  that  had  finally  made  it  impossible  to  think  let  alone  enjoy  his  company.  So  of  course  she'd  had  to  find  an  outlet  for  it  that  wasn't  her.

       Not  that  she  didn't  deserve  to  be  her  focus,  dragging  her  gaze  away  from  the  mess  on  the  ground  to  the  one  that  was  attempting  to  soothe  her.  Her  monster,  lips  curling  as  she  dipped  a  hand  into  a  pouch  to  pull  a  bit  of  cloth  to  begin  cleaning  the  hand  closest  to  her.  It  wasn't  his  fault  that  her  greed  had  led  them  here,  not  that  he  ever  blamed  her.  Something  she  appreciated  as  she  was  well  capable  of  doing  that  herself.

"Perhaps  we  can  find  an  inn  to  get  you  properly  cleaned,'  her  voice  lowered  into  a  purr  of  sound.  "And  bedded.'

@angcltouched sent a raven: “Get behind me. I won’t let them touch you.” ( hades to yennefer )

       She  could  hear  the  pounding  of  booted  feet  on  the  stairs,  swallowing  her  pride  and  forcing  herself  to  step  back  slowly.  These  were  the  consequences  to  her  actions,  loathe  as  she  was  to  admit  it.  But  they  weren't  here  for  her,  casting  out  around  her  seeking  life  to  exchange  for  power.  The  signs  had  been  very  clear  that  it  had  been  time  to  move,  she  and  her  precocious  monster  with  its  unending  appetite.  There  were  only  so  many  deaths  that  could  be  attributed  to  the  hostilities  between  the  tribes. 

       Only  so  many  helpful  herbs  she  could  offer  those  who  had  fallen  ill,  or  sought  a  boost  in  fertility,  or…  The  door  jolted,  and  again,  someone  was  doing  their  best  to  be  the  one  to  breech.  Her  skin  prickled  this  close  to  Hades,  it  made  it  hard  to  think  clearly,  but  he  hadn't  left  her  much  room  to  move. 

"Hades…  They  might  just  be  here  to  evict  us.'  They  were  absolutely  here  to  evict  them  from  life,  she  could  feel  the  malicious  intent  like  an  autumn  frost  on  her  skin. 

"I  don't  think  I've  paid  any  rent  since  we  moved  in.'  Or  a  day  in  her  life  since  becoming  a  sorceress,  people  paid  her  for  the  privilege  of  her  powers  being  used  for  their  benefit.

“But  if  you  must  tear  them  apart  keep  the  blood  from  getting  on  the  rug,  it's  new.”

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

@yoursdndispatcher sent a raven: Yennefer ✿ /x\

@dreadfulfables asked: " i haven't been all that you could've hoped for. " (yennefer from caerwyn)

‘People rarely are.’ Was the offhanded reply, most of her focus spent on the spell she was crafting. When it came time to use it she didn’t want to realize she hadn’t thought of it at the time. 

     Mentally setting it aside, she offered a quirk of her lips in silent apology before reaching out and taking her hand. 

‘It’s human to make assumptions, and I’ve been human longer than most.’ Holding up one finger to stall any quips. ‘But! I am not disappointed, I’ll just need to adjust my thinking. A good thing I’m clever.’

     Since the beginning of her training Yennefer had been thrilled to know more, try more, be more. The idea of someone having the kind of power Caerwyn had and not wanting to use it… Curious more than anything else, but not disappointed. 

‘You mentioned a sword?’

@rcliicta asked: ➛ [ silk ] sender feels up the receivers through their clothes under the guise of complimenting the material. - jaskier to yennefer

      The wine was very good, but then she and Jaskier occasionally shared very expensive tastes. Letting out a low hum of appreciation not only for the wine, but the heat of his palms she could feel through the fabric of the silk that rested bare against her skin. No corset, no undergarments, just silken fabric that fell from a silver ring around her neck. 

     And if she was safe with anyone it was the bard, when a certain Witcher wasn’t available. Not much in a fight his silver tongue had managed to talk him out of almost as many things as it had talked him into to begin with. Her back arched as hands moved higher, unconsciously pressing into the touch. The bard had placed the wine glass in the nook on the headboard and her glass was empty

‘Sing me a pretty song and I’ll show you the tunic I got you in the same fabric.’

     A drop of wine fell onto the back of his hand as she finished pouring, and it wouldn’t do having the sheets stain, pressing the bottle into his other hand before lifting the afflicted to her mouth and sucking gently at the skin. Soft, though she knew the fingerless were calloused, rough, turning his hand over to nip sharply at the middle. 

‘In your outlandish colours of course, black makes you look sickly.’

@rcliicta asked: “You’re a diabolical little pyro, aren’t you?” - angela to yennefer witcher verse

The page turned, slowly, on purpose, Yennefer's gaze shifting to read the first line of text even as she lifted a shoulder in a careless shrug.

'You know how Sabrina exaggerates, it was just a small fire.'

One that had led to the man standing in only his hose just outside the tavern he'd been ungraciously shoved out of by the other patrons. Maybe he should have taken no as an answer. Perhaps he should have stopped pawing at the serving girls when they went past. And just as a thought, not caused one of them to spill ale on the skirt of her dress.

'The only thing wounded was his pride, and that mass of matting he called chest hair.'

@withpcnache's geralt has been invited to the garden...

The sorceress came to a dead stop as her boot sank into something wet, thick, encasing her boot as though it meant to consume it. Which meant it was fresh, and ruined a boot that cost more than most hovels afforded by the lower caste. Out of habit she almost took in a deep breath to try and soothe her irritation, but the last time she'd done that it had clung to the back of her throat like cheap wine poorly filtered.

'Remind me, oh great and powerful Witcher, why we can't ride Roach?'

She knew why, but if she had to feel some pile of much left behind by the creature they were chasing encompass her boot because she had to keep her eyes upwards to avoid being pounced by said beastie she was going to burn the entire swamp down and damn the consequences.

'When you said you needed me, this was not what I had in mind. Why don't you ever call for me when the ground is sturdy and dry?'