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Camrad_RIP 30.03.24 в 14:28

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Camrad_RIP 31.03.24 в 14:54

Ciri was pulled out of her deep slumber by the urge to go to the bathroom. At the deadest hour of the night. There was no hint of dawn beyond the arches of windows, and the darkness was broken only by the dim light from the signs of the buildings across the street. Ciri rolled over from one side to the other, hoping that the need would somehow pass on its own and she wouldn't have to stomp across the cold floor of the living room.

Camrad_RIP 31.03.24 в 14:56

Adam was asleep at attention - it would be hard to imagine a more uncomfortable position - in the sound sleep of a soldier.

Camrad_RIP 31.03.24 в 14:56

Ciri smiled in the darkness at a recent memory. Innocence had long weighed on her as much as the attempts to infringe on it - well, now no one could take away what was gone.

Camrad_RIP 31.03.24 в 14:56

All of her ideas about first intimacy with a man, Ciri had learned from Anne Tiller's novels, which she'd carefully hidden in a stash under her bed in Kaer Morhen, and from colorful stories around the campfire. The former promised "fireworks of mind-blowing pleasure," the latter told in a terrible voice about five minutes of tears and blood on a dirty haystack.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 12:37

Ciri sighed and stretched, stretching her aching arms to the headboard of the bed. Her body felt pleasantly sore like it had after a good scuffle.

Camrad_RIP 04.04.24 в 16:06

It hurt. Not "like being stabbed with a spear," as promised, but quite sensitively: when Adam revealed her bravado, Ciri was already trying to clench her teeth and crawl through the damp sheets to the headboard of the bed.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 13:25

//"Ah, the only thing a man can do with his tongue is talk nonsense," Mistle whispered to her one night, her small teeth flashing, "they have only one concern in bed: to pile up and stick their things wherever they can.

Camrad_RIP 04.04.24 в 19:22

Bald-faced lie, in her memory. Adam's skill was as good as - and if you asked Ciri at the peak of the action, even better than - Mistle's. After his caresses, things had gotten better. So much so that now Ciri was itching to do it again.

Camrad_RIP 04.04.24 в 19:24

It was like peppershake or Fysstech - the first time you coughed and wrinkled your nose, the second time you couldn't get your ears off it. //I hope I don't have to stare at Luke Skywalker for two hours every time before this," Ciri grimaced, rolling over onto her other side. - And how many movies could they make about him?"

Camrad_RIP 04.04.24 в 16:07

No, the need wouldn't go away on its own. Ciri sat on the bed and stretched out her legs, glancing at the bruised skin - a particularly nasty one on her shin - and shivering at the draft that ran across her skin. She took a deep breath and got out of bed.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 13:27

Which she immediately regretted.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:24

"Damn!" Ciri hissed and flopped back down on the bed, turning her foot to her side.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 13:27

A bloody stain circled around the shard that had embedded itself in her pale heel. The fucking water clock they'd knocked off the table in the heat of the action!

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 13:28

"What's happened?" Adam asked.

Camrad_RIP 06.04.24 в 22:32

"It's okay, it'll heal before the wedding," Ciri exhaled.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 13:28

She doesn't have to wake him up because of a splinter, just rinse it with water and be done with it.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 13:31

"Whose wedding...?" Adam asked.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 13:31

"Go back to sleep," Ciri waved a hand.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:24

Adam pulled the blanket up to his neck and obediently closed his eyes. The room wasn't cold enough to wrap himself up in. Funny - if only he'd known how much she didn't care for his mechanical appearance; on the contrary, she saw the glossy black muscles as his beauty.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 13:36

The wound was disgustingly deep. Ciri waddled toward the restroom, leaving a trail of red droplets behind her.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 13:36

Adam's quarters, though laconically furnished, looked a little empty to Ciri: no trophies of war, no tapestries, no skins, only antique clocks and boxes piled on top of each other. The place had never been touched by a woman's hand. Judging by the fact that Adam had been looking for a second glass for a drink for ten minutes, it wasn't the first year.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 13:37

Ciri pushed open the glass door to the restroom with her shoulder, stepping onto the cold and slippery marble that apparently hadn't seen a rag in a while. She pressed the light switch. There was a brief click, a hiss, but no light came on.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 14:02

When Adam turns on the appliances, everything always works. Nothing works in her presence.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:23

The darkness combined with the cold had a depressing effect on Ciri. She should have put something on, but who knew where she'd thrown her clothes last night. Ciri took another cautious step and almost slipped. No, there was definitely something spilled in here. She couldn't see what it was in the semi-darkness.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 14:08

Using a device that had firmly taken its place on the list of mankind's best inventions, Ciri followed her memory to where the washbasin stood. A jet of icy water from the faucet hit the basin, and the splash hit her face. There was a quiet sound as if someone had stepped into a puddle.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:20

Ciri stirred, staring intently into the space ahead of her. Her distorted reflection stared back at her from the broken mirror.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:19

Adam needs to replace the damn mirror now.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:17

Ciri stared at her face as if expecting someone to appear behind the split reflection. The more she stared, the more her throat tightened with a suffocating sense of wrongness.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:18

Ciri, on the right side of the crack in the mirror, didn't have an ugly scar on her cheek, but she did have an elf-made earring in the shape of a lilac fleur-de-lis on her lobe. Ciri's left side had no earring - not even a lobe, just the torn edges of flesh, as if someone had cut her ear off with an axe.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:17

Sweat beaded out in a flash, and Ciri felt the stub of every hair. She jerked away from the mirror and gripped her forearm with her fingers, pinching the skin.

Camrad_RIP 08.04.24 в 14:09

//"Overlady of Time-and-Space," said Ciri-at-her-right-hand side and her beige lipstick-smeared lips stretched into a ceremonial smile.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:12

Her own voice. It sounded different in her head, but it was impossible to confuse it with someone else's.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:11

//"Unexpected child," spat out Ciri-left-side angrily. - In every moment lurks past, present, and future. In every moment is eternity."

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:10

She'd said those words once before. Somewhere. To someone. But where and to whom?

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:10

//"You think you're special? - Dozens of pairs of huge green eyes glittered with red lights. - Your uniqueness was left at the tip of a bloody needle."

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:10

Ciri cringed at the pain in her lower abdomen, revitalized in her body at the mention of the needle. What the hell was that, was it the ерштп from the lab? But they are separated by hundreds... hundreds of versts... But nothing is capable of enchanting a victim hundreds of miles away...

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:08

"Adam," Ciri breathed out, but her vocal cords hardened and refused to obey her. "Adam!"

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:05

//"Adam? - Ciri interjected from the right side. - Geralt, Yennifer, Eredin... Everyone needs the Unexpected Child. Who needs Ciri?"

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:06

//"To no one," Ciri answered her left-handedly. - A child without a Destination would never leave Brokilon."

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 07:06

One of the pieces of mirror - the one that should have reflected her neck, but reflected only the marble of the wall-fell off and fell into the sink. The floor went from slippery to shaky, swaying underfoot like waves.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 06:18

//"She's gone. She is dead. The Destination-less Child was beheaded in Jealousy."

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 06:17

Ciri felt her heart thudding: she had never thought her voice could inspire such primal fear. The best way to fight the dream was to realize it was only a dream. No one in the world has ever been killed by it. You have to endure it, like a wobbly tooth.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 06:16

All she has to do is wake up.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 06:12

///'What happens to those who are no longer needed?' - Playing with thin manicured fingers with an earring, Ciri-right asked. - Who has fulfilled their destiny?".

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 06:12

By the rules, the nightmare universe obeys Ciri knew who the doppelganger was alluding to before she even uttered her mother's name. Pavetta.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 06:13

The floor enveloped Ciri's bare feet up to her ankles, rising higher and higher. She was drowsy, painfully relaxed, and wanted to lie back on the cold marble waves and rest for a while.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 06:14

What is there, in the darkness, at the bottom of the infinite ocean, on the other side of the edge that separates life from death?

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 06:14

//"Our mother fulfilled her Destiny. Black water filled her throat and lungs," Ciri-right said thoughtfully, "and her flesh turned to sea dust.

Camrad_RIP 07.04.24 в 06:14