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@zondevol​ sent “ you left and— i thought you weren’t coming back. ” -- from yennefer

A pang of guilt hits him deep within his chest. Yes, he had left, and now he doesn’t even remember what they’d been fighting about. That tends to be a common reoccurrence. Their stubborn natures both get in the way and one of them ends up walking away or saying things they don’t mean but Geralt always comes back.

How could he not? She’s always had him wrapped her around her finger and that isn’t going to change anytime soon. No amount of stupid fights they get in will change how he feels about her.

“I’ll always come back to you.” Words are uttered softly, so gentle, so unlike his usual temperament but she sounds so....vulnerable....so unlike her, too. Quiet and soft is what this moment calls for.

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This was too dangerous. Lilé could feel the hunger rolling off the vampire in waves. There was a reason her kind feared his. And this one was powerful. There was something about him that had more alarm bells ringing than an ordinary vampire would - yet she couldn’t pinpoint it. 

She was exhausted from running from this one. But the princess would be damned if she went without a fight. And so she adjusted her hold on her daggers, watching him warily. Obviously, she knew what he wanted from her. What vampire didn’t?

@zondevol​ asked --- if you’re going to eat a victim on my nice, clean couch put down some newspaper! -- from skylar and idek

       𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝚂𝙾 . . . 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻. she often prided herself on being quick, painless and mostly mess free. but this isn’t one of those times. it’d been weeks since she’d last ate and the hunger had grown past the point of caring much about messes or what have you. it’s how she’d found herself fang deep into a man she’d met at the bar. he’d been a loser from the moment they’d met. wandering hands is what had done him in, ultimately. the world would be better off without the creep. red eyes lift toward skylar who stares at her in annoyance. but she cannot be bothered to care. blood drips down the corners of her lips, staining her black dress. 

       ❝ give it a rest, skylar. we both know you could give two shits about your couch. ❞ the venom behind her tone is normal, at least when it comes to skylar that is. alice’s demeanor is normally pleasant and docile but the man riles her up like no other. 

@zondevol​ said --- " don't leave me alone tonight. ---- i need you, dom. please. "

           god, does the door look appealing. it’s a fucking riot how the other assumes he should even consider staying. after everything between them, the long nights, the arguments, the hate-sex it’s hard to even justify a reason...impossible actually. why should he stay? how many times had dom needed him and skylar had been no where to be found? how many times had he tried to break through that thick barrier of his when dom had his own walls to break down? the demon stands stiff, feeling the vampires eyes boring into his back. he’d be a fucking fool to stay. 

           there’s a hesitation, the urge to give in climbing. but again, skylar will never change. years of this back and forth should’ve told him that much. it’s unhealthy. the amount of push and pull is taking it’s toll on him. the demon’s had enough. turning toward skylar, dark eyes are welling with tears. clawed hands clenched into fists, ignoring the way his own claws dig into his flesh. 

           “ and i needed you skylar. more times than i can fucking count on both our hands combined. when have you ever been there for me? i mean truly, ” a pause follows as the silence settles between them. the feeling of tears against his skin is foreign...and he hates it. “ you take and you fucking take until there’s nothing left of me for you to take and i’m done. my empathy has run dry for you, skylar. ” 

❝        i      thought      that      we      wouldn’t      see      each      other      for      a      while  .        ❞          he      mutters  ,      head      shaking      with      sheer      disappointment  .      he      could      leave  ,      proceed      with      daily      tasks  ;      but      he’s      frozen      in      place  .      feet      feel      bolted      into      the      ground  .      he      may      not      like      it  ,      but      he’s      aware      of      how      easily      he      can      fall      into      the      vampire’s      clutches      once      again  .