dragonlady7

the witcher, original characters, listen, sometimes you gotta fill in the world a bit

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CHAPTER UPDATE FINALLY

yah this has taken eighty years but it’s finally done and actually good, I think, so– prepare for more OCs of course, weird emotions about Jacket Pockets, and unexpected feels about everyone’s favorite Absolutely Horrible Hedgehog Disasterman and his dubious avoidance of the title of World’s Not-Okayest Dad.

chapter 5 of Golden Towers, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/42597816/chapters/116055307

Sometimes when Cirilla composed herself for this sort of thing she bore an unmistakable strong resemblance to Calanthe, and it made Emhyr sit up uncomfortably straighter than was his wont in such meetings.

But there, as she relaxed back in her seat, the frosty glare of Calanthe gave way to a downcast slouch as she contemplated her notes—that was Pavetta, and that was almost worse, because it was an unhappy Pavetta she was emulating, and there was still a part of him, deep down in layers of memory, that was Duny and wanted to respond to that, that felt trapped and helpless and wanted to save her, wanted to make it right for her. He’d married Pavetta to free himself, but he’d hoped he could free her too, and then he had not been able to. And here she was again, in echo, and he had hoped by handing over his life’s work to their daughter he could bring about some completeness, some closure for the whole tragedy– but here Cirilla was, bracing herself against it the same way her mother had against her unhappiness.

if u know anything about me it’s that i’m weak for well rounded OFC’s, and Solana be still my heart (Your picture was not posted)