#vocaels

perhaps it’s the late hour , making her words sound much louder than she’s used to —— perhaps it’s the emptiness of the precinct , turning sounds into double edged half - truths that camille can’t comprehend . she understands facts , hard truths — evidence . feelings ... ah , that is uncharted territory , right there . unknown wastelands in which north and south have no meaning anymore . just her , crawling in the dark — leaning into her , for guidance , maybe just for warmth . and it’s a distinct warmth like a knot in her stomach that alerts her that something’s off —— a hand instinctively reaching to move the hair from her face , eyes begging for truth looking into her . “ —— hey . what do you mean ? ”

@vocaels​ asked : [ palm ] *gulps*

❝ you’ve always been good to me. ❞

Her     smile     is     bittersweet,     the     silvery     flesh     of     her     scar     across     her     left     cheek     stretching     and     somehow     further     marring     her     features.     “I     wasn’t     always     good     to     everyone.”     She     can     remember     the     smell     of     Nilfgaard     as     it     burned,     how     the     Emperor’s     blood     had     stained     her     skin     for     days     afterward,     how     the     grave     dirt     had     caked     beneath     her     nails     as     she’d     buried     the     Hansa.     “I     was     meant     to     burn     the     world     down.”     Ciri’s     words     leave     a     sour     taste     on     her     tongue,     𝑬𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑹     𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫     itching     at     the     base     of     her     spine     and     the     palms     of     her     hands.

Golden-green     eyes     glitter     like     stars     as     she     smiles,     head     tipping     fondly,     a     somewhat     uncharacteristic     sweetness     overtaking     her     features     and     settling     at     the     corners     of     her     mouth.     “But     I     can     promise     you;     I     will     always     be     good     to     you.”     

the morning light catches in her hair,  warms her cheeks to gold.      the sigh that leaves her lips is a breath of eros.    wrapping arms around a lover’s waist,  her morning sun pulled within an embrace.    she nuzzles the base of a neck,  leaves trails of kisses to the down of her hairline.          you lovely celestial.       i have caught in my arms, the sun itself.   & she kisses me unprompted, as if my mouth does not hide a monster’s teeth.   as if i do not taste of blood,  and yet,   something sweet even still.      

“ ah,  ah.  you cannot just steal a kiss and run away.     ”            she signs into the woman’s skin, hiding the coyness that shines in the warmth of her eyes.  splays her lovers palms and allows her fingers to speak those words.            “ you know i am too greedy for just one kiss,        i like yours far too much. ”      

bless u for loving this angel who’s also MY MOTHER ?? i used to be obsessed with her / haven , i still have like .. 2k icons i made when i used her as one of my ocs omg . 

@vocaels

first of all i love you too second of all WHAT THE FUCK this is so lovely and amazing it made my whole day, if not my whole year so far better. i genuinely cannot believe i get to know someone as lovely and amazing and wonderful as you!!! you are such an inspiration to me, not only as a writer but as a human being overall. you inspire me and so many others i know to be better than we are and you deserve the moon and stars for it.