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un: daerienn
Name: Yennefer of Vengerberg
Date: 5th of Aguril
Format: Video
[ ooc: yennefer | geralt | jaskier ]
[ It’s mid-afternoon by the time she begins this, about a day and a half after Geralt’s feral escapade. Sitting out in the garden behind her cottage, the sounds of the woods surround her with a view of open doors leading into a kitchen over her shoulder. Dark hair frames her face as violet eyes are fixed on the screen. Alright, she’s fairly certain she’s doing this correctly. ] A question, call it hypothetical and possibly very personal. [ No pleasantries, no soft introductions. Quick and to the point. ] So, if this is a conversation you’d rather have in person, I can meet with you tomorrow or the day after. [ Not today. Today she still has house guests that are hopefully getting enough of their strength back to do more than eat and sleep. ]
With the mention of bonds, I cannot help but wonder if anyone here has experience with arriving cursed or under the influence of another spell. One that possibly ties you to someone already here. [ The once empty kitchen is suddenly filled with the forms of two possibly familiar faces. Jaskier appears first with his arm thoroughly bandaged, a bit of red staining them, and dark circles under his eyes. Oh, fuck. Did the food come? Bless you, Yennefer, you are capable of some good will. A gentle clink of plates and cutlery sounds from the kitchen, and a soft, delighted moan.]
Jaskier, please take the sandwich upstairs if you intend to fuck it.
[Jaskier’s head appears in the kitchen window looking annoyed and wielding a half-eaten sandwich in his uninjured arm. I’m not going to fuck it, thank you! Though you’d be lucky to watch!
Yennefer looks like she’s going to continue when heavier footsteps sound shortly after; a head of white hair shows up, looking about as untamed as you'd expect from someone who spent most of the night running through the woods. Geralt says nothing, just limps into the kitchen and grabs the first thing he sees on the counter: a block of cheese. He’s about to take a bite when a gasp sounds. Geralt, do NOT bite into that. I swear to -- it's for the sandwiches!
There’s a very audible fuck off growled low, but Jaskier manages to rescue the cheese.
Violet eyes close for a moment before she looks over her shoulder at them, the camera getting a nice view of the sky as she adjusts. Anyone paying attention might’ve been able to catch the moment her soul left her body due to massive annoyance. ]
Do you both mind? [ A feminine sigh escapes that sounds more like a groan of frustration, wondering how she’d been so lucky to be tied to them. Oh right, the whole point of this fucking video. The camera is framed back on her face, the once easy expression a little more strained as annoyance shimmers in her eyes. Men. ]
Where was I… Ah, yes. If anyone has training or knowledge of curse or spell removal for things that do not originate from this world, I would very much like to speak with you. [ She’d ask the coven, but she’d rather start with those who’d been pulled here like her. As she tries to pick up where she’d left off, Geralt moves out of the kitchen directly behind her, his voice rough as his body completely darkens everything in frame. In hindsight, speaking to the other half of what she was referring to might’ve been a good idea. But, she wanted to get this addressed and she’d never asked a man for permission to do a damn thing in her life. No point in starting now.
Geralt’s voice rumbles in his chest, Yennefer already rolling her eyes as a hand reaches for her wrist. ]
Yen. Who the fuck are you talking to? [ A more distant voice throws in -- ] Is this about the wish?
[ And then the video cuts, Yennefer only managing to get in a ‘fuck o--’ before the video stops. ]
Date: 5th of Aguril
Format: Video
[ ooc: yennefer | geralt | jaskier ]
[ It’s mid-afternoon by the time she begins this, about a day and a half after Geralt’s feral escapade. Sitting out in the garden behind her cottage, the sounds of the woods surround her with a view of open doors leading into a kitchen over her shoulder. Dark hair frames her face as violet eyes are fixed on the screen. Alright, she’s fairly certain she’s doing this correctly. ] A question, call it hypothetical and possibly very personal. [ No pleasantries, no soft introductions. Quick and to the point. ] So, if this is a conversation you’d rather have in person, I can meet with you tomorrow or the day after. [ Not today. Today she still has house guests that are hopefully getting enough of their strength back to do more than eat and sleep. ]
With the mention of bonds, I cannot help but wonder if anyone here has experience with arriving cursed or under the influence of another spell. One that possibly ties you to someone already here. [ The once empty kitchen is suddenly filled with the forms of two possibly familiar faces. Jaskier appears first with his arm thoroughly bandaged, a bit of red staining them, and dark circles under his eyes. Oh, fuck. Did the food come? Bless you, Yennefer, you are capable of some good will. A gentle clink of plates and cutlery sounds from the kitchen, and a soft, delighted moan.]
Jaskier, please take the sandwich upstairs if you intend to fuck it.
[Jaskier’s head appears in the kitchen window looking annoyed and wielding a half-eaten sandwich in his uninjured arm. I’m not going to fuck it, thank you! Though you’d be lucky to watch!
Yennefer looks like she’s going to continue when heavier footsteps sound shortly after; a head of white hair shows up, looking about as untamed as you'd expect from someone who spent most of the night running through the woods. Geralt says nothing, just limps into the kitchen and grabs the first thing he sees on the counter: a block of cheese. He’s about to take a bite when a gasp sounds. Geralt, do NOT bite into that. I swear to -- it's for the sandwiches!
There’s a very audible fuck off growled low, but Jaskier manages to rescue the cheese.
Violet eyes close for a moment before she looks over her shoulder at them, the camera getting a nice view of the sky as she adjusts. Anyone paying attention might’ve been able to catch the moment her soul left her body due to massive annoyance. ]
Do you both mind? [ A feminine sigh escapes that sounds more like a groan of frustration, wondering how she’d been so lucky to be tied to them. Oh right, the whole point of this fucking video. The camera is framed back on her face, the once easy expression a little more strained as annoyance shimmers in her eyes. Men. ]
Where was I… Ah, yes. If anyone has training or knowledge of curse or spell removal for things that do not originate from this world, I would very much like to speak with you. [ She’d ask the coven, but she’d rather start with those who’d been pulled here like her. As she tries to pick up where she’d left off, Geralt moves out of the kitchen directly behind her, his voice rough as his body completely darkens everything in frame. In hindsight, speaking to the other half of what she was referring to might’ve been a good idea. But, she wanted to get this addressed and she’d never asked a man for permission to do a damn thing in her life. No point in starting now.
Geralt’s voice rumbles in his chest, Yennefer already rolling her eyes as a hand reaches for her wrist. ]
Yen. Who the fuck are you talking to? [ A more distant voice throws in -- ] Is this about the wish?
[ And then the video cuts, Yennefer only managing to get in a ‘fuck o--’ before the video stops. ]
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The thought of bonding with someone else temporarily had crossed her mind. And as much as she'd assume Geralt might be fine with the idea in the short term, at least to her face... She didn't see it lasting. ]
A familiar. That... that could work. Even temporarily. [ Buy a little more time. ] Thank you.
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If you need any further assistance... well, you know my name for contacting me on these devices.