The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow upon the tranquil waters of the riverside.
The gentle murmur of the river's current whispered secrets to the surrounding trees, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers.
Nefeli reclined on a soft patch of grass beside a crackling fireplace, the dancing flames cast flickering shadows on her face.
Jaskier, with unruly chestnut curls, couldn't resist the urge to share tales of distant lands.
As the bard rambled on, his expressive hands emphasized the grandeur of the Nilfgaardian women, their allure painted vividly in his words.
The river, a serpentine ribbon reflecting the hues of the sky, flowed lazily beside them, weaving through the landscape like a liquid mirror.
Nefeli, with her distinctive pink eyes, shot a glance of annoyance at Jaskier.
The sunlight played upon her ivory skin, giving it an ethereal glow, and short, pale pink hair hung around her head.
Jaskier, undeterred by Nefeli's disapproval, continued his tales of Nilfgaard, his light blue eyes fixed on the side of her face.
His words painted a picture of a land untouched by time, where beauty transcended the boundaries of gender.
"If you came with me," Jaskier teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"I'd find you a handsome man you could have your way with."
Nefeli sighed, her gaze drifting toward the river.
The water sparkled like a thousand diamonds under the caress of the sun's dying rays.
The soft, melodic sounds of birds in the distance added a symphony to the bard's persistent pleas.
Nefeli's slender fingers deftly manipulated her silver blade, slicing through a Thistlefruit's thick skin with practised precision.
The air was punctuated by the sound of the knife meeting resistance, accompanied by the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
The vibrant red juice of the Thistlefruit oozed over her fingers, staining them like the sheets that had been beneath her all those days ago.
Her mind drifted to that distant morning, where the soft rays of dawn had painted the room in hues of gold.
Sheets tangled in a passionate dance bathed in the warm afterglow of shared intimacy.
The contrast between the task at hand and the distant recollection brought a subtle blush to her cheeks.
"No," she said firmly, the word cutting through the air for the fourth time, as she continued to ignore the bard's persistent pleas.
The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows that danced around the riverside clearing.
The flames of the fireplace flickered.
Jaskier's expression morphed into one of unhappiness, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips like a defeated melody.
His eyes, a shade of blue that mirrored the sky above, searched Nefeli's face for a sign of relenting.
Yet, she remained resolute, focused on the Thistlefruit and the memories that lingered just beneath the surface.
His moan, the feeling of him inside her.
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the angels hidden blade
FanfictionNefeli, or "Cupid", as the infuriating beast likes to call her, has never been wanted at anyone's side, and she sure as hell has never been loyal to a single soul. The stoic and fierce Vesemir bled the ability out of her, just as he tainted her blo...
