𝑜’ ⠀⠀ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟..

@hyrded      ‎⠀⺌   shhh, we all find ourselves enchanted by a man with thic thighs, and it just so happens to be the pharaoh of egypt himself.

&.     bad, bad, bad fae. ;) 

&.       pause, i forgot i can’t curse on this divine board.       to rephrase what i said earlier: that had me [wheezing] da fork out.  

@necromanics,
            
            moonlight  bled  through  the  trees,  silvering  the  clearing  where  he  stood.  geralt’s  eyes  caught  the  light  like  the  reflection  off  a  predator’s  hide,  gold  burning  against  the  dark.  his  hand  rose  not  rushed,  not  uncertain,  but  methodical.  a  summoning  of  force  that  coiled  through  the  air like  a  hunting  dog  loosed  from  its  leash.  his  fingers  curled,  closing  with  measured  strength,  a  reminder  of  his  power  in  the silent  night.
            
            “mock  you?”  he  said,  the  words  low,  carved  with  that  gravel  that  lived  somewhere  beneath  his  ribs.  his  breath  was  warm  against  the  cold.  “you  wake  me  from  my  sleep.  you  go  for  my  horse.  and  now  you  stand  before  me  like  you  think  this  forest  belongs  to  you.”
            
            his  gaze  swept  the  clearing  unhurriedly.  the  quiet  of  the forest  responded  to him,  leaves  whispering,  shadows  coiling  with  the  rhythm  of  his presence.  he  welcomed  it.  fear  acknowledged  the  wolf.
            
            “you’re  held.  that’s  what  you’re  feeling,”  he  said,  voice  low,  carrying  through  the  night.  “my  spell  is  in  place.  movement  is  mine  to  allow.”  his  grip  eased  slightly,  control  still  tightening  the shape  of  the  moment.
            
            “so  answer  me,”  he  said.  “why  were  you  walking  this  forest.  were  you  following  my  trail.  or  do  you  think  you  can  bait  a  witcher  and  stroll  away  untouched.”

ID: @wildlaws       do not mock me, son of man. * her voice trembled like lightning held in amber, a vibration older than seasons, older than stone. her cloak rose with the breath of the wind, swirling as if it carried the weight of hidden constellations. yet above it, another presence held sway, an unseen current of stillness pressing upon her. alara’s body faltered; her will surged but could not command her flesh. something alive and slithering, as subtle as shadow across silvered water, crept along her spine, coiling and whispering. *   what have you done to me? why can i not move by my own will?    * her words struck like chisels, sharp with defiance. a flash of panic flickered in her eyes, but she drew upon the memory of an old teacher, one who had shown her how to anchor the heart when storms rise. she inhaled long and careful, the breath grounding her, weaving serenity through the tremor in her veins. *

@necromanics      ⊱    .      here  please  ;)
                                         ︵‿   ‎ ‎  .  ݁    ❁   ༯.    

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╱      hey, hey.

@necromanics     &.      quietly obsessing over the new user as well. 

@hyrded      ‎⠀⺌   hm… i am pleased it meets your favor, sire.

@y4nnila      ‎⠀⺌   oh, how lovely of you to say. my gratitude is yours, sweet soul.

@necromanics awh tyy

@gayforregina      ‎⠀⺌   ah, such grace flows from you. may the sovereign God of this earth walk with your steps and bless your path!

&.    it is exactly how i’d imagined her to be.