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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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« such affections. time apart on the path does little to dull them. one of his hands travel up her back until it is cupping the nape of her neck. pulling her in, he kisses her softly on the lips.
“they taught us so well at gothur gvaed” he says with a low chuckle. his normally unusual beating heart picks its pace when kisses are pressed to his chin. he has always held strong affections for her, since childhood. the time that has passed since had only strengthened »
Such heavy hands upon naturally supple hips are a welcomed touch, lips coiling dourly and golden irises smoulder, smoke with a serpent’s smirk. “Rather extensive vocabulary we possess, hmm?” It’s a rasping husk, stray kiss pressed coltishly to his willowy chin. “Better now.” +
he observes her, let’s her pull him even closer. this was certainly a greeting. his much larger, calloused hands settle on her hips. “greetings… viper” he grunts and snorts a little as he basically says the same thing as her. his hand squeeze her hips and pull her closer. »
Slender lips lift with more grace than one expects any Witcher to possess, her hand taking perch upon the crown of his neck and bringing him even closer. “Greetings, Viper.”
he was not expecting such a lovely visage to stare right back at him. there’s a moment of silence before herik catches himself and blinks, lets go of her bicep and hums. “its alright, just be more careful. not everyone is friendly.”
There’s a small gasp, soft browns rising to fall upon a towering stature and her heart pounds. “My apologies.” She chuckles almost breathlessly, gaze dropping to his hand upon her bicep. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
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⠀ a tan visage is hidden beneath
⠀ the shadow of a low hanging
⠀ hood, the princess working her
⠀ way through an excited crowd
⠀ and bumps into the 𝒓𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.
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the witcher turns, golden irises landing upon her. there’s relief which washes over him and seems to relax his tense shoulders. she was alive. herik grunts before moving forth and pulling the woman into an embrace. “i see that you are as well. no monster or woman has »
She’s around. Somewhere. Perhaps closer than he realises. Only a day prior saw her arrival. It looks like she wins this winter. She seemingly appears from nowhere, smirk laden upon supple lips. “Herik. I see you made it back in one piece.”
he has made it back to gorthur gvaed, leading his horse to the stable before heading for the main hall. he wonders if @OFAVlPER was around or if she was still on the path.