#quaevivit

☣.•°* 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 “𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑” 𝐈𝐅 𝐈'𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒┆ “  accepting

          she  never  strays  too  far,  always  careful  to  at  least  know  her  immediate  surroundings.   if  she  were  to  yell  she’d  be  heard,  another  vital  things  she’s  learned  --  and  something  her  brother  near  on  demanded  especially  when  scavenging  and  the  like.  but  her  brother  isn’t  here.  of  course  he's  around  but  not  in  this  immediate  building  with  her.  but  still,  she’s  not  alone.  travelling  down  an  aisle,  she  looks  down  at  the  shelves  mostly  for  anything  that’s  still  kept  after  all  this  time.  but  she  knows  it’s  slim  pickings  for  the  most  part.  but  there’s  a  glint  on  the  floor  that  catches  her  eye.  kneeling  to  the  ground,  she  sees  it’s  merely  a  piece  of  jewelry.  she  frowns  and  makes  to  get  up.  and  that’s  when  she  sees  it,  the  fungal  head,  the  sneering  skeletal  mouth  and  it’s  reddish  hands.  her  breath,  her  voice  is  caught  in  her  throat  as  she  tries  backing  up  slowly  --  praying  it  hasn’t  noticed  her.  

❝ Who am I? ❞ Crouching beside her, it wasn't entirely CLEAR whether she would ever wake up or if she could call this place a GRAVE. And, truth be told, he was wholly ready to just put the woman out of her misery. With barbed bat in hand, he was motioning toward her, almost as if to drive his point FORWARD with a gravely chuckle.

                     she mentions as the half-empty bottle of bourbon was briefly pointed at the loud crowd outside the room     ❛     you  won’t  be  finding  any  of  that  here  with  me    ❜  

@quaevivit​  || the witcher 3

❛ i was attacked — had to defend myself. ❜