With the ache of a day well spent still in his bones, he stretched slowly then wrapped 𝑀𝑒𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑒 ||parody|| into his arms snugly. He still could not believe that she was his wife. The Witcher had a wife. It sounded like a Bard's ballad. #TheWolfandtheBear

He grinned. "Thank you my friend."

She Loves Me.

your mamma

Might be passed out under a table. #LastHarvest

Returns only to wish 𝑀𝑒𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑒 ||parody|| the happiest of birthdays, may it be filled with unimaginable joy and happiness.

Might have caught wind of a few candles left burning in the village, it brought a rare smile.

My God! What has your sister been feeding you?

He thought he could smell bacon...

He's a bear not a pig...Kitten.

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The rumors were true then...Skellige.

Abrupt stopping in his tracks, chin lifted as he inhaled the breeze.

He turned slowly, knowing his was not lying to him.

Who's the bloke buying drinks for Tali? He would keep an eye on him from his vantage at the back of the tavern just in case.

Opening the doors, he stepped inside the tavern, leaving the snow behind him. It had been a long trek and he was in need of ale, food and a bed free of rocks and icy ground.

Do you remember when you joined Twitter? I do! #MyTwitterAnniversarye

Peace and quiet, just like he likes it