[ CATCH-ALL ] i'm allied to the winter

[wiedzminka]

Who: Ciri, Geralt, Rinwell, Jaskier, and others
What: Catch-all for February plans
Where: Cadens, the desert on the road to Aquila, Horizon
When: throughout February
Warnings: will add as needed. probably violence. spoilers for season 2 of the witcher!

Closed headers below, but open for plotting! Hit me up if you'd like a starter. Feel free to PM Ciri's journal or catch me on Plurk at belleteyn

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[cointosser]

[He almost sobs.

He doesn't mean to. A part of him had settled in Kaer Morhen, he realizes now. Settled and accepted that this is it. Destiny had played her hand and decided he would perform no longer. With no lute, with burned fingers that could not pluck a string. But his fingers had healed.

And now he is no longer bare-handed.

He shakes his head. No, he cannot imagine not performing now. He cannot imagine a better messenger for Destiny's message than Ciri herself.

He sets the instrument down carefully, more invested in loving the woman than testing the instrument. Only when it has been safely placed down does he pull her into an embrace, crushingly tight for Jaskier, and that sob he swallowed down does escape, embarrassingly, into her ear.]

You are the finest patron I've ever had the pleasure of having.

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri returns his embrace just as enthusiastically, and nearly as tightly. If he crushes her ribs a little, that's all right. It's well earned.

She presses her smile into his shoulder, giving him a squeeze. ]

And you are my very favorite bard.