#tender.

You don't survive in me

because of memories;

nor are you mine because

of a lovely longing's strength.

What does make you present

is the ardent detour

that a slow tenderness

traces in my blood.

I do not need

to see you appear;

being born sufficed for me

to lose you a little less.

@gehwalt​ asked:          🌺

                              summer was such a wonderful time of the year, especially in cintra. the gardens in full bloom overwhelmed with beautiful scent of flowers and fresh fruits, the buzzing of bees, the singing of birds and the vibrant colors, wherever one might look. outside the castle grounds, fields were like a sea of gold, bent by the wind, heavy with grain. children of the court, cirilla included, ran around the marble fountain, splashing the water around, cooling off in it. 

                              calanthe sat on her favourit swing, in the shade of the big linden tree, hiding from the heat and the sun that would no doubt ruin her complexion. she used her foot to swing back and forth in a moderate, steady rhythm, her emerald green dress nearly merging with the greenery around her. it wasn’t until her eyes rested upon the witcher, that her lips curled in a smile.