#saurgan

@saurgan​  --   Being in this world meant Ciri got to do things that she couldn't back home, which was exciting for her. They didn't have the food that they called pizza and she wasn't able to cook it unless she came to visit Dante, who in a way was kind of like Geralt but if Geralt had more of a sense of humour. "I made this for you! Hope it tastes okay." She presented him with a pizza, it wasn't perfectly made and the heart shape was a little lopsided, however, she wanted to something nice on this day.

                                                       unprompted ask

                >> 🔥 <<            HE LOOKS UP,     a smile plastered on his lips as he caught the scent of his   PIZZA   along with ciri herself.    she was getting better at this for sure,   having taught her the first time only made her seem to want to make the   PIECE   of cuisine even more.   she came from a place  MUCH DIFFERENT   and he couldn’t blame her from having  taste.   

suddenly, all of roche's USUAL PROTESTATIONS seemed... weak. he could tell her she was too young to understand - but he knew as well as she just all she had seen. he could tell her THIS was DIFFERENT - but what a childish reply that would be. one hand raised to scrub over his tired fatigued face, then dropped to join the other once more by his side.

❝why do you ask such difficult questions?❞ what did she want from him? was he supposed to go out && find some charming lady, woo her? he wasn't the... romantic type, to say the least. he was sure she could sense that much. && even if he was, he was currently MORE THAN BUSY with other things.

like politics. like temeria. like assassinating a tyrant. like... a load of other shoddy excuses.

I’m not done yet, turn the page back!

She looks up at her, visibly frustrated, shaking herhead slowly, brow furrowed.

“Are you reading, or are you skimming?I’m not even halfway through that last bit, you know? And I’m by no means aslow reader, so save your mockery, dearest.” She takes Sheala’s hand in hers,lifts it to her lips to brush a kiss across her knuckles, leaving the faintesttrace of carmine red lipstick behind on her skin before releasing it to turnback the yellowed page.

“Alright then.” Philippa nods, concealing her frustration behind an expression that, for anyone else but her, would be inscrutable. She does not know why she bothers with such mimicry at all. Sheala de Tancarville reads her like an open book, and Philippa, for reasons that she does not entirely understand herself, doesn’t mind that she does. It is simply a matter of habit, to keep up those masks, to conceal her emotional responses.

“Let me just –“  She opens the circle within which she stands, runes drawn in chalk, in blood, in ashes. A glimmer of magic as the patterns dissolve to allow her entry, rearrange themselves as she steps inside. Philippa smiles as she feels the subtle shift of energy. A comfort, and a promise. Solid and dependable.

What if it all goes wrong? What if it ends up with both of us being torn apart? What if this is the worst decision you’ve ever made? What if I am the worst thing that’s ever happened to you?

A smile, somehow sad, as she raises her hands to join their fingertips together. She feels power run through her like a current. Sheala’s mind is cool and crystalline, comforting in its austerity.

@saurgan​ SAID: "If you're not too busy, do you want to spar with me? I need to practice a little more." (from ciri) JUST BECAUSE ( 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. )

Currently, he’s peeling potatoes because Vesemir asked him to and he eventually gave in but not without some token grumbling, at least later he’ll make vodka out of the peels themselves. With that silver lining in mind —and the fact that it’s not his turn to cook— , he’s quietly humming to himself when Ciri approaches.

ewie

he wants to SUE who teached some lithe girl to flip off over 200 kg elven giant