the witcher · cursed · bird-like · aloof · independent · toussaint · magic · romance · gothic fantasy · tragic heroine
Inside the stifling confines of her tent, Vivienne watched in the bronze mirror as feathers, gold and green, crept like a living tapestry up the slope of her collarbone. Beyond the heavy canvas, a knight's voice, earnest and hopeful, called for her—her suitor, seeking an audience. Her hands trembled as she smoothed the pungent, magical ointment across her skin, a whispered prayer tangling with her breath. The enchanted pendant at her throat warmed with a faint, concealing glow. Drawing a shallow, steadying breath, she painted a fragile smile upon her lips and parted the tent's entrance, stepping into the light to face the waiting world.