Blood soaked the snow beneath her boots. Her braid stuck to her cheek where a blade had caught her. She spat, wiped her face, and motioned the next challenger forward. “Come on, then. Let’s see if yer spine’s as stiff as yer tongue.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀Green—tinted irises flow
⠀⠀⠀⠀rampantly with an innocuous
⠀⠀⠀⠀mischief, fingers splaying out
⠀⠀⠀⠀across a slender stomach.
⠀⠀⠀⠀“You dinnae friten me." Cerys’
⠀⠀⠀⠀lips settle against a shoulder,
⠀⠀⠀⠀peppering it in a wave of true
⠀⠀⠀⠀affection.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ don’t get smart with me ” she grumbles and yet there is a grin when boisterous laughter emits from cerys. the jarl pulls her closer and cirilla sighs, happily snuggling up to her even more so. “ good that is more like it. ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ you suppose ﹖” the child of elder blood huffs dramatically and pinches cerys’ side. petite arms wrap themselves around the other’s waists, tugging her as close as possible.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“I suppose the sentiment is
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀shared.” Speaks lips which
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀coil with a tender devilry,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀fingers stroking in a lazed
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀rhythm. Platinum curls are
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀buried within, a small sigh
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀escaping her lips.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a kiss is placed upon the very chin she had been nuzzling. content she feels as the redhead wraps her arms around her and presses soft kisses to her temple. “ hmm i’ve missed you. ”
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⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓣𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖲 𝓜𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖮𝖫𝖣 𝖮𝖥 𝓜𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙾𝚁
⠀⠀⠀⠀Are you a witch? Guessed again.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Although I prefer to be called an
⠀⠀⠀⠀* ℰnchantress. To avoid getting
⠀⠀⠀⠀it wrong, call me by my name . . .
⠀⠀⠀⠀Triss. Just Triss.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Cirilla’s petite waist is circled,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀labour—strained hands ever
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀so tenderly settling on a soft
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀stomach. Sweet kisses press
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to a pale temple.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓨𝖤𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖱⠀ OF⠀ 𝓥𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖡𝖤𝖱𝖦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Everything about her is ravishing.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And menacing. Those colours
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of hers; that contrast of black
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and white. 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗬 & 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘.
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@cintranwoes matter the time. The ashen-haired Princess is always on the Skelliger Queen’s mind, reminding her that they are apart. Cirilla is peered upon with the utmost adoration, true reverence and a kiss is bestowed to an ashen brow. “Aye. Let’s not let ‘te seas separate us fah so +
@cintranwoes sayin’ ye missed me, Princess?” Pale knuckles drag over the rise of a plush cheek, shaky exhale falling when their bodies are perfectly pieces together. How she’s desperately missed that. Pooling gems observe a visage that is her very first thought in the morning and the very +