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farsickness2020-03-30 02:56 pm
evil_isevil) wrote in farsickness2020-03-30 02:56 pm
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valley o plenty? jury is still out
WHO: Geralt of Rivia
WHEN: April 1st to 5th
WHAT: Daily shit
WHERE: Tavern/Inn, Vasari area, enroute to check out Roselake
WARNINGS: C'mon, this is Geralt we're talking about. Anything goes.
NOTE: Put a location in the header please!
Really, life hasn't been all that bad since arriving. Even if he didn't have either of his swords or a horse to travel around the area with, no one was treating him differently because of who he was and what he did. In fact, some even seemed more inquisitive than uncomfortable when he lingered somewhere where others congregated.
As the weeks move on slowly one into the next, Geralt finally earns enough for a pair of swords, silver and steel, as well as a new horse which, of course, is given the same name as all the other horses he's ever owned. There was even some gold left over for some new leather armour. Yes, the Witcher was feeling far better now about travelling beyond the city limits of Gazin.
When he's not studying his map over a cup of some strong alcohol down in the tavern of the Inn he has a room at, Geralt finds himself in situations where he's "helping". Be it a lady who needs her cart pulled out of a mud slew or an old man who is being pestered by a menacing group of wanderers for money and items of worth. He even found himself rescuing a cat from a tree that was surrounded by three dogs. Had it not been for the devastated girl pleading for his help, the Witcher would have let nature decide the fate of old fat tabby.
If it wasn't raining, Geralt was wandering the area, learning about the bestiary and advertising himself to the remote farms that dotted the countryside, keeping mostly to himself and quietly missing the companionship of a certain bard, though he'd not admit it.
WHEN: April 1st to 5th
WHAT: Daily shit
WHERE: Tavern/Inn, Vasari area, enroute to check out Roselake
WARNINGS: C'mon, this is Geralt we're talking about. Anything goes.
NOTE: Put a location in the header please!
Really, life hasn't been all that bad since arriving. Even if he didn't have either of his swords or a horse to travel around the area with, no one was treating him differently because of who he was and what he did. In fact, some even seemed more inquisitive than uncomfortable when he lingered somewhere where others congregated.
As the weeks move on slowly one into the next, Geralt finally earns enough for a pair of swords, silver and steel, as well as a new horse which, of course, is given the same name as all the other horses he's ever owned. There was even some gold left over for some new leather armour. Yes, the Witcher was feeling far better now about travelling beyond the city limits of Gazin.
When he's not studying his map over a cup of some strong alcohol down in the tavern of the Inn he has a room at, Geralt finds himself in situations where he's "helping". Be it a lady who needs her cart pulled out of a mud slew or an old man who is being pestered by a menacing group of wanderers for money and items of worth. He even found himself rescuing a cat from a tree that was surrounded by three dogs. Had it not been for the devastated girl pleading for his help, the Witcher would have let nature decide the fate of old fat tabby.
If it wasn't raining, Geralt was wandering the area, learning about the bestiary and advertising himself to the remote farms that dotted the countryside, keeping mostly to himself and quietly missing the companionship of a certain bard, though he'd not admit it.
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She is breathless when the kiss finally breaks, filling her lungs with air once more with a gasp as she gazes at him with blue-grey eyes dark with desire. His words earn him a soft, breathless laugh and a smile as she briefly untwines from him to reach up and cradle his cheek with her hand, fingers splayed along his jaw.
“I think,” she manages, tugging her lower lip between her teeth for a moment. “I think you can be forgiven.” And then it’s her turn to lean forward and kiss him fervently, an answer to the question he hadn’t spoken. Yes.
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But this time, the other hand begins to wander, up her arm to her shoulder and then across her collarbone as fingers drift inwards over bare skin. As the passion mounts, he slowly lowers her back until she's laying in the grass.
A moment later nimble fingers work to undo the buttons on her blouse, one at a time.
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She feels him against her lips and smiles in return, pressing close and reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair. Kissing him as though she needs him to breath. And so perhaps she does, as breathless as she is, as breathless as he makes her. Losing herself in his kiss.
Anticipation and desire shiver through her as he lowers her back against the grass and she cannot help the soft little needy sound she makes against his mouth. Pelor, how she wants him. Needs him. As his fingers work at her buttons her own tug as his tunic, working to get him out of it, her fingers brushing against his skin. She only stops touching him long enough to slip out of her own blouse once he’s undone buttons enough for her to do so.
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"You're beautiful," he whispers, lowering again to kiss her slowly and more passionately, taking in the taste of her mouth while desire fills every bit of him.
While one hand keeps his full weight off her, the other roams across both bare breasts and when his pants tighten uncomfortably, he pulls at the string holding them on his hips and whispers again.
"I want to feel you naked against me."
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He calls her beautiful and she blushes, pink colouring her pale skin, and she threads fingers in his hair as he kisses her, slowly and passionately, wanting him so deeply she aches with it. His hand caresses her skin, across her bare breasts, and she sighs into his mouth. Oh, Pelor.
“I want that, too,” she breathes. And she reaches between them, to undo the fastenings on her own trousers and begin to slip out of them.