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๐๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฌ๐, ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ.
โ Yesemir.
heading through the entrance doors of kaer morhen, covered in various different coloured fluids, sword in hand which is covered in fluids as well.
he needs a bath now, but atleast the area around is more safe.
"i've been good, hope it's been the same for you?" he asked, looking at her with a soft smile on his lips.
"nothing new to share, unfortunately. how about you?"
he chuckled when she kissed his cheek, giving her a squeeze which briefly pushed her body against his own before releasing the hug again.
"charming as always, aren't you my dear?"
"yes, cirilla?"
โ
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โฐโ โโ Uncle Vesemir, @OldestWitcher? โ
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๐๐๐๐๐๐. retweeted
he feels ๐๐๐๐, but witchers can't get sick.
something is wrong.
yet, will he tell anyone?
no.
"triss?" he asked, even when he could clearly see that it was her. vesemir then smiled, opening his arms.
"come here. i'm so glad to see you, too."
โ
โ โ โ I'm so glad to see you, old wolf, @OldestWitcher. โ
โ
it might be unfortunate to some โ but he's not dead. even when he has been gone for a whole while.
and with that, he slides himself onto a stool in the nearest tavern. a tankard of ale in front of himself.
(( hi.
i know it's been a long while but rl has been incredibly rough.
i hope this verse is still active?๐ฉ