𝓩𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋.

amara’s brows lift at the sudden hhhmph, a soft laugh slipping out before she can stop it. “better be?” she echoes, tilting her head as her thumb brushes lightly along the edge of ciri’s jaw. “little wolf, if i meant it, you’d know.”

you want me to beg, hmm?

little * old me? hmm. i’m sure there are younger, more attractive sorceresses about.

awfully so, makes for quite a distraction.

suppose it depends on your decision too, hmm?

“bold and delusional,” she mutters, though the faint curl at her lips gives her away. “truth isn’t usually something you dress up in a pout.” her hands work lower along the tight seam of ciri’s spine, thumbs digging in just so. a ⠀˟

amara lets out a soft sigh, one hand lifting to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she watches that pout form. “oh, hush,” she murmurs, amusement softening her tone. “i’m joking.” she steps closer, tapping a finger ⠀˟

oh. just a pesky witcher.

maybe longer. who knows. i haven’t decided yet.

i’ll keep you around. just a little longer.

“irresistible?” a soft snort. “someone’s feeling bold.” her palms follow the line of another knot, pressing slow, deliberate, enough to pull another sound from ciri’s throat. the sorceress’ brows lift, satisfied. “you’re impossible,” she

amara’s brows lift, a soft huff of laughter slipping past her lips. “admitted?” she repeats, sounding downright amused. “little wolf, i admitted nothing except that i can imagine things. i don’t need it to see you’re lying through a smile.”

she’s just a little bit cute. maybe.

“is that what you think?” a soft scoff, amused rather than dismissive. “gods, you’re impossible.” her hands still for a beat as ciri tenses again, then resume with slower, firmer pressure right where the muscle knots underneath ciri’s skin.

just a little. it’s endearing.

you might be delusional, young swallow.

amara’s gaze catches easily held, not stolen and the corners of her lips curl in a slow, knowing smile. “oh, i can imagine many things,” she says, voice soft as dusk, “but i don’t need to when you hand me all the evidence yourself.”

hmm … do i ?