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"ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ?"
- Priscilla, the poet
- The Witcher | Crossovers
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- Looking for SLs and interactions
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Priscilla followed him upstairs, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she watched him pull out her chair with such exaggerated courtesy.
"Why, thank you, my dear Witcher. Such impeccable manners. I might grow accustomed to this."
She offered him a playful little curtsy before ~
~ settling into her seat, smoothing her dress over her knees.
"And trouble? Geralt, I am positively offended. Besides, I am bringing a very capable Witcher along. Surely there is nothing in that old house we cannot handle together."
She paused, cutting a small piece of bacon ~
Priscilla watched Dandelion's rather pathetic attempt at dismissing her, pressing her lips together to suppress a laugh.
"Oh, I am certain he has a wonderful story to tell. Unfortunately, I suspect we shall have to endure it several times once he recovers."
She shook her ~
~ collected her plate, but not before casting one last glance toward the sleeping bard.
"Poor thing. I almost feel sorry for him."
A mischievous smile appeared upon her lips as she leaned a little closer to Geralt.
"Almost."
Then, lowering her voice, she added with a ~
Priscilla watched him leave, the door closing softly behind him. A tender smile lingered upon her lips as she recalled the previous night, the warmth of his embrace and the unexpected comfort of falling asleep in his arms.
Downstairs, however, the Chameleon presented a ~
~ previous evening, it appeared to have finally caught up with the famous poet.
Priscilla did not take long to get dressed, brushing her golden hair and slipping into something comfortable before making her way downstairs.
The sight awaiting her drew an amused sigh from her
Priscilla returned his kiss with a contented smile, her fingers lingering against his chest for a moment before reluctantly letting him go.
"Very well. But do make sure Dandelion hasn't already emptied the kitchen. I would rather not have to fight him for my breakfast."
She ~
~ today? There is a place outside Novigrad I've been meaning to visit. An old estate, abandoned for years, with a rather fascinating story behind it."
She tilted her head, clearly pleased with the idea.
"Apparently, the locals believe it is haunted. Now, wouldn't that make a ~
Priscilla welcomed his touch with a warm smile, her hand reaching up to rest gently against his cheek.
"I was thinking we could stay here a little longer. Perhaps have something brought upstairs? I am not particularly eager to face the world just yet."
She leaned closer, ~
~ pressing a tender kiss to his lips, lingering there for a moment before pulling away with a playful smile.
"Besides, I have a rather handsome Witcher all to myself this morning. It would be terribly foolish of me not to take advantage of that."
Her thumb brushed ~
Priscilla stared at him for a moment before a soft laugh escaped her lips.
"And here I spent half the night wondering what terribly profound confession sleep had stolen from me."
She shifted closer to the edge of the bed, a teasing smile appearing.
"Though Geralt of Rivia ~
~ admitting that I was right? I would hardly call that anticlimactic. I may yet write a song about it."
At the mention of Dandelion, she groaned and shook her head.
"Both. Without hesitation. Somehow, where Dandelion is concerned, there is always blood, gold, or some ~