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โ a witcher oc, by the name of Ariel Pankratz, the younger brother of the bard Jaskier. costume maker for the butcher's yard.
โ crossovers welcome, mirrored description, mature themes present
@TwiceYourLady "I am nothing if not responsible," Ariel giggled softly, smiling as Ilona cupped his round cheeks.
"Oh? Extra special, huh? I think I can do that," he murmured, crowding in even closer to her space, brushing his nose over her cheek. "You wanna lay back?"
@TwiceYourLady "Not much I can say to argue with that," Ariel laughed a little, and nodded, standing from where he was squatting next to the small iron fireplace.
"My nighttime chores are officslly done and I am very ready to climb into bed with my wife."
"Even when I sell our last pennies for a nice stinky cheese?" He laughed a little, leaning closer to rub his nose behind her ear, fingers tickling at her sides.
"It is good cheese! Not the best apple, but it's winter."
โI do love that about you, you know.โ Heโs a sweet boy with an eye for fine things. Even when itโs just snacks.
She settles in and accepts the plate with a kiss, happy as ever. โYou do have very good taste in cheese. Canโt complain.โ
He's immediately pushing the quilts back to let her join him, leaning over for a quick kiss before passing her the plate.
"Uh, the occasion is that I have very little self-control around the cheese stall at the market," he laughed, leaning back against the mound of pillows.
Ooh! How exciting! Ilona loves sharing snacks with her husband.
Sheโs ready to come snuggle up in her pajamas (obviously a stolen shirt), happy to spend time. โWhatโs the occasion? You bought fancy cheese?โ
grief is, perhaps, the last and final translation of love. this is the last act of loving someone. and you realize that it will never end. you get to do this, to translate this last act of love, for the rest of your life.
@TwiceYourLady The curtain shifted, and the vision seemed to waver for a moment, but Ariel was tripping over his own shoes to reach the window.
"I โ I don't care if I'm going insane. I don't โ if I get to see you again, I don't care."
@TwiceYourLady Setting his shoes aside, Ariel glanced up again, seeing the moonlight and the shadows through the curtains and โ
His throat tightened, and for a moment, he swore she was โ "Ilona?"
@TwiceYourLady Shrugging off his doublet, Ariel threw it onto the chair in the corner, pushing a hand through his curls and rubbing at the back of his neck.
"I wish I had just stayed home in bed," he said, speaking to no one as he sat and started to take off his shoes.
@TwiceYourLady And he always loved watching her. She has always looked so content there at the window. But the moonlight might be playing tricks on his eyes, and Ariel brought his hands to his eyes, rubbing them.
"Oh, I'm going insane."
@TwiceYourLady Of course he kept the pillows on the windowsill. He hasn't changed a thing since she . . . . He couldn't. He couldn't.
And now the โ moon just looks so โ so real.
@TwiceYourLady I do like when you help distract me. Or when you come and help me problem solve with something. But โ yeah, there's sometimes when all I can do is be frustrated I think.
I /really/ like it when you kiss it better.
favorite thing about watching my husband work is when he picks out a thread or a fabric or a texture piece he has me come look at it. and when each bit gets put together he has me come look again.