I know I promised you to translate Yennefer who remembers the Battle of Sodden Hill but have to excuse that I really don't like how it was written. Need to edit too much. However ofc I will post it later.
But I'm not with empty hands and want to present you another little piece of her memory.
We already could read that cute moment in the books but from the side of Jaskier and Ciri. Now it's time for Geralt and Yennefer :wub:
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They slowly moved to the side of dam without looking back. They waited for this moment insanely long, but stupid principles from the one and idiotic pride from another prevented that. Until she appeared into their life. A princess, a duckling, a witcheress, a sorceress. A daughter.
Geralt almost began the first but he could not find the right words. He realised that if he starts talking he’ll be look even more pathetic than he is at the moment. Definitely he’s never felt himself so pathetic and he’s never felt himself so happy. Truly happy. However everything he could do is look at the fallen leaves on the ground, humbly bowed his head. And think.
“Yen…I’m well aware that all these years was a real jerk. Didn’t appreciate, didn’t understand you. Perhaps, I will never understand you completely but I…want to try. One more time. The last time.
She stood back to him, silenced, nervously stripping willow branch. Didn’t react. He tried again.
“Yen…I don’t want to sound typical and banal, trying to excuse myself. All the time after that Beltane night we gave to each other I’ve been dreaming only about one thing…to ask you to forgive me. For everything. Even for the good because I know that it hurts you in the form of memories about unfulfilled hopes..”
The branch was almost naked. Yennefer started to break off another one. Didn’t react. He tried again.
“Yen…I’m terribly embarrassed by the fact that I couldn’t make the first step. If not for Ciri, I’d still be reveling in pity to myself, aimlessly spending my days. Forgive me, Yennefer. And…Yen, I love you.”
“Say it out loud!”Yennefer squeezed her eyelids, trying to submit a telepathic impulse to him. Senselessly
The Witcher’s medallion quivered.
“Say it! Pronounce it! Utter it! Say it if it’s true!”
Geralt even didn’t try to suppress the locket, jumping on his neck. He stood motionless with his head down staring at the dead leaves.
Silence was killed.
“I hate you! All these years you’ve been a real nitwit! I want to throw a lightning to you, want to teleport into the middle of the deepest and coldest lake, want just to hit you!” Yennefer yelled demonically. Was obvious that she kept those pain and anger for too long.
Geralt remained silent and continued to gaze in nowhere. Did not think because did not want to interrupt Yennefer. She waved her arms and looked like a giant raven.
“I want you to feel on yourself how much suffering you gave me, unfeeling monster!”
Instead of suffering Geralt felt a breeze coming from the side of the river. Yennefer rampaged. For an instant, he even thought she’s really ready to commit something out of what has been said. But just for an instant.
“I sincerely regret that I opened myself for you, trusted you!” Her voice became a bit quitter but her hands still looked like the wings.
Geralt withstanded for too long. Even on his personal standarts. He harshly did head up, caught two beautiful violets, dig his cat’s eyes into them, and smoothly sprang towards her and hugged. Not tight, just tried to keep her away from rising wind.
He expected a protest, a painful spell, a slap after all. He didn’t care because knew that deserved it. But she didn’t resist, she met that embrace bowed her head on his shoulder.
Silence was restored.
Geralt tried to surround her with only pleasant memories, he didn’t want to screw up again and break the tender moment. He thought for her and this time he managed in the best possible way.
But I'm not with empty hands and want to present you another little piece of her memory.
We already could read that cute moment in the books but from the side of Jaskier and Ciri. Now it's time for Geralt and Yennefer :wub:
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They slowly moved to the side of dam without looking back. They waited for this moment insanely long, but stupid principles from the one and idiotic pride from another prevented that. Until she appeared into their life. A princess, a duckling, a witcheress, a sorceress. A daughter.
Geralt almost began the first but he could not find the right words. He realised that if he starts talking he’ll be look even more pathetic than he is at the moment. Definitely he’s never felt himself so pathetic and he’s never felt himself so happy. Truly happy. However everything he could do is look at the fallen leaves on the ground, humbly bowed his head. And think.
“Yen…I’m well aware that all these years was a real jerk. Didn’t appreciate, didn’t understand you. Perhaps, I will never understand you completely but I…want to try. One more time. The last time.
She stood back to him, silenced, nervously stripping willow branch. Didn’t react. He tried again.
“Yen…I don’t want to sound typical and banal, trying to excuse myself. All the time after that Beltane night we gave to each other I’ve been dreaming only about one thing…to ask you to forgive me. For everything. Even for the good because I know that it hurts you in the form of memories about unfulfilled hopes..”
The branch was almost naked. Yennefer started to break off another one. Didn’t react. He tried again.
“Yen…I’m terribly embarrassed by the fact that I couldn’t make the first step. If not for Ciri, I’d still be reveling in pity to myself, aimlessly spending my days. Forgive me, Yennefer. And…Yen, I love you.”
“Say it out loud!”Yennefer squeezed her eyelids, trying to submit a telepathic impulse to him. Senselessly
The Witcher’s medallion quivered.
“Say it! Pronounce it! Utter it! Say it if it’s true!”
Geralt even didn’t try to suppress the locket, jumping on his neck. He stood motionless with his head down staring at the dead leaves.
Silence was killed.
“I hate you! All these years you’ve been a real nitwit! I want to throw a lightning to you, want to teleport into the middle of the deepest and coldest lake, want just to hit you!” Yennefer yelled demonically. Was obvious that she kept those pain and anger for too long.
Geralt remained silent and continued to gaze in nowhere. Did not think because did not want to interrupt Yennefer. She waved her arms and looked like a giant raven.
“I want you to feel on yourself how much suffering you gave me, unfeeling monster!”
Instead of suffering Geralt felt a breeze coming from the side of the river. Yennefer rampaged. For an instant, he even thought she’s really ready to commit something out of what has been said. But just for an instant.
“I sincerely regret that I opened myself for you, trusted you!” Her voice became a bit quitter but her hands still looked like the wings.
Geralt withstanded for too long. Even on his personal standarts. He harshly did head up, caught two beautiful violets, dig his cat’s eyes into them, and smoothly sprang towards her and hugged. Not tight, just tried to keep her away from rising wind.
He expected a protest, a painful spell, a slap after all. He didn’t care because knew that deserved it. But she didn’t resist, she met that embrace bowed her head on his shoulder.
Silence was restored.
Geralt tried to surround her with only pleasant memories, he didn’t want to screw up again and break the tender moment. He thought for her and this time he managed in the best possible way.
Oh @CatchTheBreeze :wub: I've fallen in love with you and your fanfiction... officially! You've captured so well the possible talk between them... This brings me some beautiful memories from the books!
Catch... we need moaaaarrr of this, true and high quality fanfiction where you can notice the author's passion for the original work! Please, keep writing and thank you 1000 times for sharing this little masterpiece with us!
P.S.: I'd really like to understand Russian to not get lost in translation!
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Thank yoooou as much as possible!
I hope I will post something every weekend. Hate to make the plans but now it's motivating me
I just love the part in Time of Contempt with Ciri and Dandelion guessing what Y&G talking about...Dandelion got it right again 
thank you @CatchTheBreeze
thank you @CatchTheBreeze
I really like your writing style @CatchTheBreeze and I think you have some writing talent. But forgive me that I hate every kind of (written) fan-fiction. I'm with GRRM and Sapkowksi on that topic.
I'd like to read something that you created all by yourself instead. Ever considered that, maybe just a basic short story?
I'd like to read something that you created all by yourself instead. Ever considered that, maybe just a basic short story?
Tyvm, Scholdarr!
I also don't like all the fanfictions but The Witcher is my real weakness. No idea how to resist! :geek:
These guys
9k likes in 4 hours, looks like people really like this cosplay.
https://www.facebook.com/thewitcher/posts/10153176239044331
Here are five missing pictures, third one is my personal fav.
https://www.facebook.com/thewitcher/posts/10153176239044331
Here are five missing pictures, third one is my personal fav.
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