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⠀ ⠀𝙱𝚈 ⠀𝚃𝙷𝙴 ⠀( . . . 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 ) ⠀𝙾𝙵 ⠀𝙼𝚈 ⠀𝚂𝚆𝙾…
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the scent of dried herbs and crushed roots filled the cramped hut, mingling with the faint tang of smoke from a small hearth. lilythe valdis leaned slightly to one side, studying the assortment of jars and bundles hanging from the
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whose presence seemed to command the room without demanding it. dark hair framed a face both sharp and carefully composed, eyes flicking over the hut with the same precision lilythe used in her own watchful vigilance.
lilythe’s hand
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𝐋͟𝐈͟𝐋͟𝐘͟𝐓͟𝐇͟𝐄 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶 retweeted
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ HE’S A PREDATOR WHO
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝚁𝙴𝙹𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴𝚂 WITHIN THE
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THRILL OF THE 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ Designed to 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ to 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙. . .
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𝐋͟𝐈͟𝐋͟𝐘͟𝐓͟𝐇͟𝐄 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶 retweeted
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my father 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 me ,
his firstborn child ,
to 𝕾𝚄𝙲𝙴𝙴𝙳 him.
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𝐋͟𝐈͟𝐋͟𝐘͟𝐓͟𝐇͟𝐄 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶 retweeted
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓨𝖤𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖱⠀ OF⠀ 𝓥𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖡𝖤𝖱𝖦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Everything about her is ravishing.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And menacing. Those colours
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of hers; that contrast of black
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and white. 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗬 & 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘.
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𝐋͟𝐈͟𝐋͟𝐘͟𝐓͟𝐇͟𝐄 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶 retweeted
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my world is 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ,
unpredictable. you
enter. you survive.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ you 𝙳𝙸𝙴.
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⠀ witcher. “and yet you’ve stumbled
⠀ across my path.” it’s dryly spoken,
⠀ but not offering malice. lilac irises
⠀ are soon on her, skin prickling in
⠀ response and the cat’s posture is
⠀ soon rearranged, straightening out
⠀ her spine. “what owes us such a +
⠀ lilythe snorts at such a statement,
⠀ pips of her lips turning just barely
⠀ in a silent ode to idle amusement.
⠀ it seems, more or less, humours to
⠀ the lanky hunter of monsters. of
⠀ all souls on this continent, it would
⠀ be yennefer to stumble across a +
⠀ scent of lilac and gooseberries
⠀ is unmissable, the cat noting it
⠀ before yennefer even breached
⠀ the tavern. there is no need to
⠀ move, signal the enchantress of
⠀ her whereabouts. lilythe knows
⠀ that she’ll be found. and she is,
⠀ within moments. “sorceress. .”
⠀ lowly grumble is offered at such
⠀ information. cat-like hues linger
⠀ for only a moment, long enough
⠀ to be felt but not to be seen.
⠀ horn of meed is thrown back,
⠀ remainders in the form of small
⠀ drops wiped away.
