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❛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ? ❜

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

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ʀᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ?

#OpenRP

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

Hm, interesting.

Where he’s from her kind are. . . Less accepted.

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

He used to say the same thing.

Unfortunately there’s a lot of mystery in the world.

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

She oughta get ready for the day.

Never know what’s in store.

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

@child0fsurprise — your life as the his heir? Do it. If not, you don’t have to.”

His words were soft; yet he meant every one of them, he needed her to know it was entirely her choice.

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

@child0fsurprise Finally, he properly stalls.

A hand moving to gently settles on her shoulder; eyes meeting hers, a soft frown forming across his features.

“Ciri, if this isn’t something you want to do. . .”

A brief pause.

“You don’t owe it to anyone. If you want to live —

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

@child0fsurprise — ready for this? The coronation?”

Of course Geralt’s pushing for answers; he always does when it comes to her, he won’t say it but he worries.

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

@child0fsurprise “But you chose me.”

He’d finish the sentence; frame keeping pace despite her grip on his sleeve, a soft chuckle escaping the males lips.

“I should have figured as much. . .”

However, his focus locks on her.

“But you never answered my question. . . Are you —

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

@child0fsurprise — had to offer?”

He doesn’t bother arguing; he knows one way or another this is just what had to happen, yet he does fish for more information.

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

@child0fsurprise Now that earns a slightly pause in his movements; a brow arching upward ever so slightly, though he continues trailing her.

“Am I now?”

A low gravelly hum escapes; brows furrowing together ever so slightly, yet a bemused grin forms.

“I’m really the best Emhyr —

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

@child0fsurprise — something she wanted, and not something she was being forced to do.

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

@child0fsurprise A hum escapes; the male moving to follow the other, of course he’s got his head on a swivel. Taking in every detail he can, Geralt finally looks down to her.

“. . . Are you excited?”

He wasn’t sure how to phrase the question; though he wanted to ensure this was —

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

@child0fsurprise — events, but when it came to her? He’d always make an exception.

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

@child0fsurprise Arms fold around her, a hum of thought escaping. Geralt’s eyes falling to her briefly before his shoulders rise and fall.

“. . . I’m not one for royal affairs, but I’m making an exception for you.”

His words were soft, they were honest.

He may not like formal —

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

“Hn, winds howling.”

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

“. . . It is. Jaskier, that you?”

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

?!

He’ll at least tuck her in.

He didn’t expect that.

[-ˋˏ 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 ˎˊ- @buttercusps]

instantly falls asleep.

no warning no tossing. just a tired bard.

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

Go on then, I’ll keep an eye out for you.

[-ˋˏ 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 ˎˊ- @buttercusps]

oh, please, Geralt. that would be nice.

[ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏғ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ @OccultTracker]

Does she need him to keep an eye out while she rests?

[-ˋˏ 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 ˎˊ- @buttercusps]

she wants to sleep so so so much.