Fringilla 'Seasickness" Vigo...She will convince you
Ah well...I don't want to bother with Act 3 again...Not before first expansion...
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Ah well...I don't want to bother with Act 3 again...Not before first expansion...
And more important - The Wolf Armor...
I have to confess I'm all about dat Feline. I like how Yennefer is just sitting there admiring her view.
Last gif for today.
Better be more for tomorrow coz I'm downloading and saving all of em
Found this at deviantart from Alteya
Not bad
I hate Avallac'h so freaking much.But in the game Ciri seems to trust him more than Yen
True.
And the Pic would look much better without him.
Just think, its a tree with mask
Thanks,I'll do that ;D
they have damn good beautician in nilfgardian prisionShe will convince you
Not sure how many times was this picture posted already, but hell, it matches the extract perfectly. One of my most favorite Geralt and Yennefer moments from the books.
http://bathorygen.deviantart.com/
He embraced her. Touched. Found. Yennefer, in an incredible way was hard and soft at the
same time, she sighed loudly. The words they said were broken, sighs and aspirations which
disappeared in a hurry, ceased to have meaning and dispersed. So silent, focused on finding
themselves on the search for truth. They were looking a long time, carefully and lovingly,
fearing the sacrilege of haste, the lightness and neglect. They looked hard, intense and
passionate. They looked carefully, fearing the sacrilege of the absence of finesse.
They found each other, they overcame fear and a moment later, they found the truth, which
exploded under their eyelids, awesome, blindingly obvious, a groan tore at his mouth which
was clenched in determination. He then shuddered and time froze, everything disappeared,
and only became a functioning sense of touch.
An eternity passed, reality returned, and for the second time he shuddered and began to
move slowly, awkwardly, like a big loaded wagon. Geralt looked out the window. The moon
was in the sky but what happened a moment ago should have thrown it to the ground.
‘Wow,’ said Yennefer after a time, wiping tears from her cheeks with a slow movement.
They lay motionless between the disordered sheets, among tremors, between the warmth
and the expiring happiness, among the silence that swirled around the indistinct darkness
pregnant with the smell of the night and the voices of the cicadas. Geralt knew that in such
moments as these sorceress telepathic abilities were heightened and very strong, he thought
so intensely about issues and beautiful things. The brightness of the rising sun. In the dawn
mist hanging over a mountain lake. In crystalline waterfalls filled with jumping salmon, as
bright as if made of molten silver. The warm drops of rain hitting the leaves of a rose bush in
full bloom.
He thought of her. Yennefer smiled, listening to his thoughts. The smile trembled on her
cheeks with the silver by the moon shadow on her eyelashes.
‘A house?’ Yennefer asked suddenly. ‘What house? Do you have a house? Do you wish to
build a house? Ah... sorry. I should not...’
He was silent. He was angry with himself. Thinking about her had inadvertently allowed
her to read the thoughts he harboured about it.
‘A beautiful dream.’ Yennefer lightly stroked his arm. ‘A house. A house built with your
own hands and in the house you and me. You would raise horses and sheep, I would take care
of the garden, food and Cardaria would weigh the wool that we would take to the market.
From the orens that we would be given from the sale of the wool and various fruits of the
earth we would by everything we need, say a little copper kettle and an iron rake. Every so
often we would visit Ciri with her husband and their three children, sometimes Triss
Merigold would come and to be with us for a few days. We could grow old with dignity. And
if I get bored at night you would play the bagpipes made with your own hands. Playing the
bagpipes, as everyone knows is the best remedy for the blues.’
The witcher was silent. The sorceress coughed softly.
‘Sorry,’ he said at last. He raised himself on his elbow, leaned over and kissed her. She
moved to rapidly embrace him. In silence.
‘Say something.’
‘I do not want to lose you, Yen’
‘After all I have.’
‘This night is over.’
‘Everything ends.’
No, he thought. I do not want it to be so. I’m tired. Too tired to accept the prospect of
principals, after which you have to start all over again. I wish...
‘Do not talk.’ With a quick movement Yennefer laid a finger on his lips. ‘Do not tell me
what you want or what you crave. Because I might not be able to fulfil your wishes and that
would cause me pain.’
‘And what do you want, Yen? What do you dream?
‘Only about things that can be achieved.’
‘What about me?’
‘I already have you.’
He was silent for a long time. And waited for the moment she broke the silence.
‘Geralt?’
‘Mmm?’
‘Make love to me, please.’
At first, they filled each other, both were full of fantasy and imagination, ideas, discoveries
and new desires. As usual, it soon proved that it was both too much and too little. They
understood at once and again proved their love.
When Geralt came to, the moon was still in place. Cicadas chirped loudly as if they would
also like to fight fear and unrest on the basis of madness and passion. From a nearby window
on the left wing of Aretuza someone hungry for sleep screamed and fumed bitterly,
demanding silence. From the window across someone, apparently gifted with an artistic soul,
enthusiastically applauded and shouted congratulations.
‘Oh, Yen...’ Whispered the witcher in shame.
‘I had a reason...’ she kissed him and them nestled her cheek into the pillow. ‘I had a
reason to scream, so I screamed. That should not be suppressed, it is unhealthy and unnatural.
Hold me, if you can.’
He embraced her. Touched. Found. Yennefer, in an incredible way was hard and soft at the
same time, she sighed loudly. The words they said were broken, sighs and aspirations which
disappeared in a hurry, ceased to have meaning and dispersed. So silent, focused on finding
themselves on the search for truth. They were looking a long time, carefully and lovingly,
fearing the sacrilege of haste, the lightness and neglect. They looked hard, intense and
passionate. They looked carefully, fearing the sacrilege of the absence of finesse.
They found each other, they overcame fear and a moment later, they found the truth, which
exploded under their eyelids, awesome, blindingly obvious, a groan tore at his mouth which
was clenched in determination. He then shuddered and time froze, everything disappeared,
and only became a functioning sense of touch.
An eternity passed, reality returned, and for the second time he shuddered and began to
move slowly, awkwardly, like a big loaded wagon. Geralt looked out the window. The moon
was in the sky but what happened a moment ago should have thrown it to the ground.
‘Wow,’ said Yennefer after a time, wiping tears from her cheeks with a slow movement.
They lay motionless between the disordered sheets, among tremors, between the warmth
and the expiring happiness, among the silence that swirled around the indistinct darkness
pregnant with the smell of the night and the voices of the cicadas. Geralt knew that in such
moments as these sorceress telepathic abilities were heightened and very strong, he thought
so intensely about issues and beautiful things. The brightness of the rising sun. In the dawn
mist hanging over a mountain lake. In crystalline waterfalls filled with jumping salmon, as
bright as if made of molten silver. The warm drops of rain hitting the leaves of a rose bush in
full bloom.
He thought of her. Yennefer smiled, listening to his thoughts. The smile trembled on her
cheeks with the silver by the moon shadow on her eyelashes.
‘A house?’ Yennefer asked suddenly. ‘What house? Do you have a house? Do you wish to
build a house? Ah... sorry. I should not...’
He was silent. He was angry with himself. Thinking about her had inadvertently allowed
her to read the thoughts he harboured about it.
‘A beautiful dream.’ Yennefer lightly stroked his arm. ‘A house. A house built with your
own hands and in the house you and me. You would raise horses and sheep, I would take care
of the garden, food and Cardaria would weigh the wool that we would take to the market.
From the orens that we would be given from the sale of the wool and various fruits of the
earth we would by everything we need, say a little copper kettle and an iron rake. Every so
often we would visit Ciri with her husband and their three children, sometimes Triss
Merigold would come and to be with us for a few days. We could grow old with dignity. And
if I get bored at night you would play the bagpipes made with your own hands. Playing the
bagpipes, as everyone knows is the best remedy for the blues.’
The witcher was silent. The sorceress coughed softly.
‘Sorry,’ he said at last. He raised himself on his elbow, leaned over and kissed her. She
moved to rapidly embrace him. In silence.
‘Say something.’
‘I do not want to lose you, Yen’
‘After all I have.’
‘This night is over.’
‘Everything ends.’
No, he thought. I do not want it to be so. I’m tired. Too tired to accept the prospect of
principals, after which you have to start all over again. I wish...
‘Do not talk.’ With a quick movement Yennefer laid a finger on his lips. ‘Do not tell me
what you want or what you crave. Because I might not be able to fulfil your wishes and that
would cause me pain.’
‘And what do you want, Yen? What do you dream?
‘Only about things that can be achieved.’
‘What about me?’
‘I already have you.’
He was silent for a long time. And waited for the moment she broke the silence.
‘Geralt?’
‘Mmm?’
‘Make love to me, please.’
At first, they filled each other, both were full of fantasy and imagination, ideas, discoveries
and new desires. As usual, it soon proved that it was both too much and too little. They
understood at once and again proved their love.
When Geralt came to, the moon was still in place. Cicadas chirped loudly as if they would
also like to fight fear and unrest on the basis of madness and passion. From a nearby window
on the left wing of Aretuza someone hungry for sleep screamed and fumed bitterly,
demanding silence. From the window across someone, apparently gifted with an artistic soul,
enthusiastically applauded and shouted congratulations.
‘Oh, Yen...’ Whispered the witcher in shame.
‘I had a reason...’ she kissed him and them nestled her cheek into the pillow. ‘I had a
reason to scream, so I screamed. That should not be suppressed, it is unhealthy and unnatural.
Hold me, if you can.’
sure.
And she does not have to sing a song to make the men like brainless slaves ^^
Last gif for today.
@0nakita thank you that you have foud a time to do these for us Yen shippers...I've downloaded every screenshot and gifs you posted today (and I guess I'm not alone)
Do you guys romance Yen in all your playthroughs, because I actually had a lot more fun antagonizing her. She taught my Geralt a lesson at Kaer Moorhen but it was worth it
Yes because I cannot imagine breaking up with her in the "Last Wish" quest.
One playthrough till now, and ofc romanced her.
Could not resist.....no chance...^^
That too.
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