#talltalkr

 it  was  pitch  black  out  ,  and  frighteningly  chilly  ,  the  way  the  dead  of  night  always  felt  .  but  geralt  ,  who  stood  several  trees’  lengths  away  from  tormund  ,  had  widened  his  pupils  as  far  as  they  could  go  without  straining  ,  and  could  see  perfectly  clearly  with  what  little  moonlight            and  torchlight  ,  from  the  other  end            there  was  .  clearly  ,  no  one  else  could  see  as  well  as  he  could  .  and  clearly  ,  they  all  knew  that  .  with  a  sigh  ,  he  answered  ,  quite  curtly  :        ❛  four  .  it’s  me  ,  geralt            believe  me  now  ?  ❜

“What was in the drink you gave me?”

    ❝ mama says you tell the best stories, ❞ although, it would not seem so from the manner in which her mother dismisses him, she can see into her wolf like heart, knows the truth that lies within —– she cares for him as much as she suspects he does for her. so she sits down before the giant storyteller, patiently awaiting a riveting tale. @talltalkr​ 

          IT WASN’T HER FIGHT --- wasn’t meant to get involved . oh , but the glory of a battle ! it was oh too tempting to pass up ! with axe and knife already in hand she gave a cry and closed the distance between her mount and the fight . quick was she to choose sides , the wilder ones looked more like her people than those they were fighting . many of the opposing men seemed to be taking to ganging up on the big one . axe was tossed up , wrapped hand catching the hilt before she gave a spin and let the axe fly . the sound of bone and the splatter of blood came when the blade buried itself in one’s head , falling limp before the fiery-bearded brute . with heavy strides , she walked up and yanked crimson axe from the skull . ❝ i know it’s not my fight , ❞ low thick voice came , satisfaction laced into the tone , ❝ but i don’t ya don’t me joining in and sharing the glory hm ? ❞

   The dead rising up to fight felt as foreign as her legs felt on solid land, but at the call of a distant cousin, coupled with Anne’s curious nature, she had come to the north to see what all the fuss is about. She leans against the wall now, glances from face to unfamiliar face and chews on a loose bit of skin around the corner of her thumb. “I believe a wee while ago, none of us thought dragons to exist neither,” she points out, marking the first time she’s spoken since they’d met in these chambers. “I reckon we oughta start expectin’ the unexpected ‘fore it lands us six feet under and our wives ‘n husbands heartbroken.”

song   -   state of grace ( taylor swift )

            “ sometimes they are , but i’ve met others who are naught but kind and gallant . “ she said, “ some more loyal than a dog can ever be , and even some , who have shown to be cruel at first but have changed their ways and they have proven their worth tenfold . “ there was a time when she had believed that all men were proud and noble like her father but the world was quick to grasp such naivety with its claws and tear it into ribbons . a harsh lesson it had been , but it had taught her a valuable lesson in the end . " it all depends on what kind a person they are , i suppose . i have met plenty who do not deserve such redemption , and a handful who do . “

“ The more you move …— the more blood seeps from you .. If it is not cleaned it will fester.” she said sternly holding a firm grip to his arm , But of course he was much stronger then her which made her more angry as all she was trying to do was help. “ do ya’ want me to knock you down you bloody idiot ?? –.. YOU MAY BE  a great deal stronger then i Gaintsbane but i will always be faster and with the blood dripping from your good arm…– WELL id have you on your back in minutes..” she said simply tugging his arm closer and wiping at the wound with a wetrag. “STOP MOVING.”