wiedzminka: (ninety-eight.)
ℭ𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔬𝔣 ℭ𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞 ([personal profile] wiedzminka) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2021-11-09 08:26 am (UTC)

[ Jaskier reaches up to tuck her hair back, and-- does something, she's not sure immediately what, the feeling of his fingers pressing something behind her ear, the warmth of magic. It's the Horizon, but it's also him, his magic. She guesses.

It's an accurate guess. Ciri reaches up and gently feels out the shape of a flower with the tips of her fingers.

A poet who makes birds and flowers. She smiles. If she thinks of the vines, the violence, it doesn't linger; none of that had been Jaskier's fault, and she is nothing but relieved that his magic can do more than little tricks, that it can protect him too. Jaskier's magic doesn't scare her.

And she doesn't care if it doesn't suit a vampire. This whole outfit is the most ridiculous version of a vampire in the first place, so that doesn't matter at all. Ciri tucks the flower into her hair more securely, making sure it sticks there, and with the Horizon's influence, it won't be dislodged now even if she decides to do a flip. ]


I'll do my best. If there's anything ballad-worthy, you'll be the first to know. [ she agrees, too excited and happy about his support and encouragement to think better of it.

Drunkenly promising your pseudo-uncle to dish about your girlcrush is definitely fine. ]

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