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Plush lips are soon traded for the warmth of a supple neck, pale visage tucked away and the Temerian inhales slowly. Thereโs a calmness that descends upon Amara when being surrounded by Triss, her scent in her nose and taste on her lips. โDid you miss me, Merigold?โ
Hmm. Such a frightening choice of motion. Silvers dance and there is something there, mimicking adoration or simply adoration. But they arenโt suppose to feel emotion. Certainly not such as this. Yenneferโs pointed finger merely offers amusement to +
Scoff falls without hesitation, a husked voice soon accompanying as silvers seemingly narrow. But thereโs a softness, a sweetness that is not there when alongside another. โIโm nice.โ Silvers sway in a lazy roll, the pips of Amaraโs lips sweeping +
Only now is a sip taken of her ale before the cup is offered to tue opposing woman. Her legs extend out, ankle brushing a delicate calf in the process and a smirk toys at roseate lips. โIโm the charming type, arenโt I?โ
Small rumble of the vocal cords resonates lazily from a slender chest, yellow irises lifting knowingly. Yen had been heard, smelt before sitting before the Viper. โItโs been a long day, Mage. Do you have any other words of wisdom?โ
Her hand lays firm on the tankard's handle, ready to lift it to her lips any moment she desires. For now, the Temerian only observes itโs contents and the ripple in the substance with each stir of its vessel.
โ stoic lips lose all resolve, breaking
โ forth with that of an adoring smile.
โ arms encase a svelte waist, fingers
โ tracing the dip of her back. โhello,
โ sorceress.โ it lacks the malice that
โ usually comes from a witcher, lush
โ lips pecked repeatedly.
Such heavy hands upon naturally supple hips are a welcomed touch, lips coiling dourly and golden irises smoulder, smoke with a serpentโs smirk. โRather extensive vocabulary we possess, hmm?โ Itโs a rasping husk, stray kiss pressed coltishly to his willowy chin. โBetter now.โ +
bumps shoulders with @viperawitcher
The Viper peers down at her tankard. The ale this tavern offers certainly wasn't the best sheโs had, but also not the worst. It was somewhere in between and in her opinion, it wasn't necessarily a waste of her coin. She lifts the vessel and takes a healthy swig.
Hmm.
for hours, the witcher had yearned to sink into a lake or a river and wash away the grime and guts and blood from her hunt. for hours she had ridden, leathers ragged and torn from a particularly rabid wyvern that had ended up slicing her torso in several places. the last place +
Patterns are traced along her spine, earning a lowly shiver to erupt beneath bronze fingertips and lips careen, slowly blooming into a simper. โSeeing me like what?โ Pooling hues descend, meeting Trissโ soft browns and her heart beats, bypassing itโs usual, slow pace. โItโs +
โi like seeing you like thisโ the temerian mage murmurs, tracing soft patterns on a strong back. she gazed at the witcher, observing her with such tenderness and affection. โall soft and tender and relaxedโ she whispers, โunguarded.โ a kiss is given to a headfull of raven ยป
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โYou Sorceresses prepare for everything, hmm?โ She grumbles lowly, nose burying against the crevice of Trissโ shoulder as she arrives within her lap. Satisfaction long since settled upon her face, relishing in having her lover close. The Viper can practically feel, hear the +
โyes, a tent sillyโ the sorceress replies, letting out a soft squeak when strong hands grasp at her hips and tug her to a sturdy lap. she grins at that and settles happily, arm wrapping around strong shoulders. while sheโs sure the floor is lovely. . . while she has triss ยป
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She leans forwards, pursing her lips and resting one cheek in the palm of her hand, as though she really has to think over the question the reader has asked. โHmm. No.โ She shrugs, pale fingers scarred from monsters absently stir at a rapidly cooling cup of wildberry tea.
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It is rough, calloused hands which work tenderly as they carefully unwrap the coils of old and spoiled bandages from wounds which require new dressings. It seems that today is starting off as good as any.
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Such a deathly machine, trained to kill and be without emotion, constantly neutral to everything which surrounds. But here? With Triss? Sheโs soft. Amara tucks her head beneath the Temerianโs chin, ear resting over a steady heart and something akin to a purr leaves her lips. +