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golden-olea · 4 years ago

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I love your writing so what do you say about writing a fic where Caranthir and Imlerith live in a double marriage with one girl? How a day would look like for them?

Pretty please

Hi Nonnie. So I'm actually not sure if I can really go down that path and I will tell you why - Imlerith and Caranthir are the two creatures that I cannot being 'tied' down in a marriage, let alone in one where they share. In my own HC if they are bot attracted to a woman to the level where they would be willing to spend forever and ever with her, they both would be very possessive (in different away) and even obsessive.

However with that said, I do totally see them sharing someone if no feelings are involved so if that is around your ally (and I think it is) read below.

Warning: NSFW, asphyxia

Caranthir watched as Imlerith was whispering something in the servant’s ear and she somehow managed to giggled and blush at the same time. He found that an interesting combination, giggling would imply some sort of entertainment, blushing - embarrassment. How could you be entertained and embarrassed at the same time?

The two of them had been drinking and talking in one of the common areas in the palace. Imlerith was doing most of the drinking and talking as per usual Caranthir was keeping his thoughts mostly to himself. The servant girl had walked in and out of the room a few times, bringing drinks and excusing herself out until the next time she walked in. Every time she appeared Imlerith would look at her as if he had just found his next meal. Caranthir knew very well what would follow. He had witnessed that more times than he wanted to remember, with servants, just some random tavern girl or even a nobleman’s daughter.

The girl was already sitting in Imlerith’s lap and he was placing soft kisses down her neck. That was something Caranthir would never understand, neither from Imlerith, nor from Eredin...what was the point of teasing her, she was obviously willing, might as well move onto the main event and not waste time. At the end of the day it wasn’t love, for anyone involved and this will most likely be the first and last time for everyone involved. But while he viewed that more as a business transaction, he had a need, the woman had something that could satisfy the need, he was aware that mostly everyone else did not view it that way.

“I will leave you to it.” he finally said as he finished his drink and got off his chair.

“Wait.” Imlerith said as he almost moaned in the girl’s neck. “Join us. You want him to join us, right?” he asked her, but not him. He didn’t want to join them. Why would he even be interested in that? The girl looked at him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining and then she nodded. She was pretty, he could not deny that. Long dark hair, big eyes, if anything Imlerith knew how to pick them.

“Not interested.” Caranthir was about to step away as Imlerith started taking off the dress from the servant. Her dark hair falling over naked shoulders, her body being exposed to him, with Imlerith’s large hands ravishing her tender skin. Despite his words he watched, his eyes fixed on the sight in front of him. Imlerith smiled and as annoying as that was, Caranthir could not move.

Caranthir made a step back to his chair and sat down, the tightness between his legs becoming a bit too obvious.

“I meant closer.” Imlerith finally said as he had completely undressed the servant.

“I think I am fine where I am.” Caranthir smirked. “You going to fuck her, or talk to me?”

Imlerith laughed. He wasn’t sure why Caranthir had decided to play but whatever. The kid could certainly use some fun time to get rid of the massive stick up his ass. He knew very well why he was keeping his distance, he knew that getting him actively engaged in that whole thing would be close to impossible.

“Let’s show him what he is missing.” Imlerith smiled as he slid his middle finger in the servant and she moaned. She was already so wet he was finding it hard to take it slow and wanted to just throw her on the table and fuck her unril the wood could not take anymore and crushed under the two of them. His free hand grabbed her throat and made her look up, exposing her body for Caranthir who was just sitting there with his usual bored expression. Imlerith pushed a second finger in her, feeling the tightness as she started moaning louder. Humans were so small and fragile, something he found entertaining. He could probably wrap his arms around her and squeeze the life out of her if he wanted, she wouldn’t even be able to struggle against his grip, He chuckled. He pushed a third finger in her, her legs violently kicking against his, her body trying to arch in every possible direction with pleasure. Caranthir was still sitting in his chair, watching, but not moving. Sometimes Imlerith could swear the man was of ice or was an actual corpse deprived from any feeling that could make him feel alive.

Imlerith was finding it harder to control himself. As much as he wanted to test how far the girl could take it or when Caranthir’s cold demeanor would break, he couldn’t wait forever. He pulled his fingers out of her and she moaned in displeasure, tired eyes looking at him in confusion but he gave her a wide grin. He pushed her against the table, her fragile body slamming hard against the wood. She tried to turn her head toward him, but Imlerith grabbed her hair and forced her to look at Caranthir as he used his free hand to pull his pants down. He didn’t give her any warning as he pushed his length in her, her back arching from the pressure.

“You had to pick the one place that would hide the view.” Caranthir chuckled and before Imlerith could understand what was happening the table moved underneath the two of them and slammed against the wall to his left. The servant almost fell, but his reaction was faster and he grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back and making her bend over.

“Well, enjoy.” Imlerith grinned and increased his pace positioning her hands so he can wrap one of his hands around both of her wrists. Her whole frame was so small, even like that he had a stable grip on her and if he squeezed hard enough he could probably crush her wrists for good.

She could barely realize what had just happened, one moment her body was pressed firmly against the table, next moment the table was gone and all that supported her was Imlerith’s grip around her hands. As much as the position was uncomfortable - her hands being pulled back, her body bent, her feet the only point touching the ground she could not complain. With every thrust of the larger elf her mind sank deeper in the feeling of pleasure. She did her best to lift her head and look the sorcerer in the eyes. One eye, the other one was hidden under his pale hair but she could still see the shine in it. She could not believe how different these two were, Imlerith had pulled her to himself and she was more than happy to oblige. He was touching her, kissing her, even when he was rough, the contact with her body never broke. Caranthir had been sitting there all that time, she wasn’t blind she could see the excitement between his legs, but he did not even reach with his hand there, he just looked at the two of them unmoved. Servants talked. She knew the Red Riders were different in almost every aspect. Scarier, rougher around the edges...Imlerith was definitely the later, the Navigator….servants talked. One of the things they said was that whatever they did to Navigators to allow them to travel through space and time broke their minds. She wondered if that was the case.

Suddenly Imlerith let go of her hands and she leaned forward, her palms hitting the stone floor the rest of her body following. She turned back annoyed, but she had no moment to even form a thought as he was back on her, this time his hands on her hips as he pulled her closer with every thrust he made. She could almost forget the other man in the room. Imlerith slid one hand between her legs but the moan of pleasure that was about to come out of her mouth suddenly died. Her throat felt tighter, air was just not flowing to her lungs as it should have. She turned toward the sorcerer in panic and for the first time tonight she saw an actual grin of satisfaction on his lips. His right hand was raised at his eyes level and his finger was making circular motion. With every circle his finger did she could feel the tightness around her throat growing. It felt like rope, but it was also freezing cold, she could not decide what was more uncomfortable, the tightness around her airway or the chill. Her mind was divided between Imlerith pushing her closer to her orgasm with every thrust and circle of his own fingers and the sheer panic that she might be strangled to death. Eventually her body won over her mind, she came around Imlerith, she would have probably screamed if she had enough air to do so, but all she managed to do was collapse down as the elf behind her came violently.

It took her a moment to gather her thoughts, but as soon as the world made a bit more sense she realised that the tightness around her throat was gone.

“Come here.” The Navigator said and she tried to get up, but he made a dissatisfied sound. “Hands and knees.”

She didn’t need more details to understand what he ment. She crawled to him as Imlerith made a mocking laugh from behind. For a second she had forgotten her place, but they were both too quick to remind her.

When she reached him she knelt between his legs, a screeching sound distracted her - Imlerith pulled the table almost to the spot where it was and he sat on it, naked, his chest still rising and falling rapidly from the effort he had been inputting just seconds ago.

“Come on.” the larger elf encouraged. “Show him what he missed.”

She hesitated. Imlerith had been...easy. She knew he was dangerous, she knew his reputation, but she also did not need to guess what he wanted. The Navigator…

She pushed herself up and reached for his face, trying to remove some of the hair that was covering it, but he grabbed her wrist and squeezed hard. Her skin still tender from Imlerith’s grip she groaned. Despite the fact she stopped her she could see the scars covering his skin. They weren’t like Imlerith’s - his were blade or similar marks, Caranthir...that was something else.

“He grows on you despite his ugly face.” Imlerith mocked from behind.

She wasn’t sure what to do, Imlerith had kissed her before he started undressing her so she reached Caranthir's lips but this time his hand grabbed her throat. His palm felt cold, almost dead against her skin.

“No.” Was the only thing he said as he forced her back on her knees and positioned her head at his crotch.

She understood what he wanted, her fingers started working on the laces of his pants, her hand shaking a bit from the way Imlerith had been holding her. Once his cock was free she started licking teasingly, to her surprise the elf made no sound, she had to look at him to ensure he was even enjoying it.

“He likes it, don’t worry.” Imlerith laughed from behind her again. Just now she realised she was naked as he was watching this time pleasing the other man.

She tried to ignore the awkwardness of the situation, focusing on taking his length in her mouth as best as she could. Ignoring the lack of response. She moved her head up and down for a few minutes until she felt a hand in her hair. She tried to look up, but Caranthir had not moved an inch from where he was, his hands relaxed. Imlerith, however, was kneeling next to her, his fingers buried in her hair. He started controlling her motion, pushing her head as deep as possible until tears started coming to her eyes.

“Can’t even make her please you…” his words came out somewhat distant and the Navigator’s response was a grunt. She could feel him fighting with his own need to puck in her mouth, and the more he struggled the harder Imlerith pushed on her head until eventually she could taste salty liquid on her tongue.

Only then Imlerith released his grip and she found herself again on her hands and knees gasping for air. As she was trying to ease her body, the Navigator got up, she lifted her eyes and watched his tattooed fingers tie his pants again.

“Leaving?” Imlerith asked behind her as he petted her head almost gently.

“I’m sure you can continue without me.”

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golden-olea · 4 years ago

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I could read your analysis of Cirillac'h endlessly.❤️ Would you mind answering a few more questions? 1.) Who fell in love first? 2.) What annoys them the most about their partner? 3.) What do they like best about each other? 4.) Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? 5.) How Ciri feels about Avallac'h's 'obsession' over Lara? 6.) Does Avallac'h ever regret manipulating Ciri into sleeping with Auberon?

Alright, this took a while. Thank you for these excellent questions on Ciri and Avallac'h!

1. Who fell in love first?

I think we can leave conventional pathways to falling in love behind the door with these two, for I believe when brought together both of them take one facet of “falling in love” to its extreme: our tendency to see the other person for “who we want them to be” rather than as the person they are. I think the tendency is pretty common in all of us – our contexts for arriving at mutual understanding are usually simply a little less wrought with barbed wire. We usually want to and begin to see the other for who they are before our make-believes eat them and/or us up. The nature of this dialogue between partners is one which I think Avallac’h’s and Ciri’s relationship should explore.

With Ciri the matter is a little less complicated overall, so I would say she is the one to progress first and faster down this path in the more... ordinary sense. By character, Ciri is outgoing, curious, and hands-on/open personality – moreover, her personality is still in formation. Unfortunately, her softest parts have been repeatedly badly sliced and diced. Neither does she have steady, healthy examples of romantic love to look up to for guidance (if we discount Calanthe & Eist, maybe; although these memories are hidden behind a wall of trauma – the fall of Cintra).

Ciri’s attachment and abandonment issues are a double-edged sword: they make her wary and cynical of affection as such, but they also make her gravitate toward sources of security, stability, displayed affection and understanding. Avallac’h by his personality, knowledge, and power is well-placed to offer all of these things – at face value. Ciri admires, trusts, and looks up to the elf in the books, being jealous even of another elven woman floating around him. The speed of her attachment to silver linings presenting is concerning, but very understandable. It displays hope. For Ciri is also fairly young and the processing of her trauma is on-going having not really even started by the end of the books. Many bad things can still wash off her if they are supplanted by relatively steady good things. Ciri also gives off the vibe that she took Margarita’s “act now; wrongly or rightly, may that be revealed later” very seriously, which can translate into giving herself into situations, relationships, and unknown possibilities with increased openness and sincerity – even if she doesn’t wish to admit to the existence of feelings or understand them completely. By interacting comes understanding, right?

With her psychological profile, she seems to me more prone to falling into doing things in the name of feeling like she belongs and is loved/cared for, regardless of risks. So, I think, Ciri is the first to sincerely, secretly start entertaining the thought of there being something more meaningful and lasting between the two of them. She wants to be loved – the world’s kind of crap, though. And complementarily damaged people often gravitate toward each other, which doesn’t make things easy.

On the flip side of the coin, I think Avallac’h fell first for the “possibility” Ciri personifies, which is like falling in love with a shadow in Plato’s cave. She might, in fact, be the light shining into said cave after centuries, but he will not instantly and consciously want to tear down former well-known structures and begin studying the nature of this light for what it is. He is worldly, cunning, and messed up in his own web of fates. A person in his position cannot allow a vulnerability like that (it’s almost an insult in itself). Avallac’h at present (let’s say, pre-game canon/post-book canon) is very much more inclined to distance himself from his own emotions and the “target subject” – observe it behind the glass, provide stimuli, get feedback. Make it safe and manageable for himself first, if possible. If she gets something good out of it in the process as well, all the better – I think he is quite a bit more aware of Ciri’s potential triggers and mental hooks than Ciri herself is (may it comfort him when he is so terrified of being at the mercy of his own). He knows how emotions work, he knows how they have worked on him, and how he can induce them in another. Even if Ciri would call it manipulation it really isn’t, because after so long you just understand how some mechanisms evolve and function. Why would you not act in the fullest capacity of knowledge you have? The problem is of course the “self” part: this “self” of Crevan’s hasn’t had the opportunity to develop anything healthy and lasting; it might not even know how to immediately do that because there are so many unresolved issues. Perhaps he even thinks it kinder to spare Ciri of having to deal with and understand that which has piled up in his shadowy heart.

But... the possibilities.

Crevan falls first for the possibility of re-experiencing destiny as manifested in love. (He thinks it’s cerebral, but the joke’s on him. He has been cheated out of his destiny, and the hurt is pretty unambiguously personal.) I do not think this is limited to recapturing the likeness of old love, or about trapping her in Plato’s cave alongside him either (though the danger exists). A journey instead: an opportunity to question, understand, get back at destiny/love and transform it, overcome self and it, and “get it right” this time. To see clearly the other person and yourself, for once. Things can go wrong, since the journey is in essence a gauntlet. I wouldn’t delude myself by thinking he is not considering and indulging in all the ways in which to have his cake and eat it too, given the opportunity. Perhaps though, there are better and worse ways for accomplishing a good, lasting thing? If you have had centuries to wonder about your destiny and how to bring it into fruition in a manner that does not self-destruct, then one hopes you are a tad bit more sensitive to mere shadows on the wall (impressions of “rightness”), and will react accordingly. With love especially, you will know when something rings false. You will feel what you feel; the question is how will you deal with it? In monologue? Or dialogue?

2. What annoys them the most about their partner?

In Ciri – thoughtlessness/insensitivity & nihilism/impulse for destruction.

In Avallac’h – hypocrisy/bending of truth & extreme pragmatism/god’s eye distance from “the earthly.”

3. What do they like best about each other?

In Ciri – idealism/hopefulness against all odds (though it causes him pain and frustration too) & straightforwardness about wants/mischief.

In Avallac’h – sensitivity/eye for detail and the unseen at first glance (perspective shifts) & reliability (structure, put together, everything under control, gives strength)/humour.

4. Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst?

Depends on the circumstances. Generally, I think they bring out the better parts of themselves by the tug-of-war between how they oppose each other, since at heart Ciri and Avallac’h actually share a common pain and a common desire and even a common sense of entitlement/injustice. The difference comes in in scale. So the question starts to be – how come we oppose each other instead of leaning on one another? What can be revealed there and what can change in both of us as a result of our relationship? What is necessary for life instead of barren wilderness?

Ciri and Avallac’h complement each other in many ways – in personalities and conceptually. Therefore, they don’t capsize the boat with too much of one or the other thing, if you see what I mean, but rather keep the thing balanced.

For instance with Lara and Crevan I think there was too much of “one thing” – too much Alder Gold in one cup; too special, too “unproblematic”, too powerful, too “meant to be”, too perfect. It’s like the pitch perfect garden that somehow still manages to look inert, while a wilderness garden thrives thanks to imperfection; thanks to having to struggle to get there. I think a similar capsizing can also happen with Ciri and Eredin – hedonistic delight in the worst of our natures, for example. That said, I am more than certain that especially in the first decade of Crevan’s and Ciri’s relationship, there are plenty of moments in which they can hurt each other very badly due to failing to bend at the correct moment (neither does that too well).

5. How Ciri feels about Avallac'h's 'obsession' over Lara?

In Lady of the Lake, Ciri’s reaction to tearing open an old wound of Avallach’s is to apologise to the wizard. Now, as readers aware of the context, we can see that given the circumstances of Ciri’s stay at Tir na Lia (and the fact Crevan is old enough, I think, to get a grip of himself) this is ridiculous, even if Ciri is being rude and thinking only about herself. Leaving this judgment business aside though, did Ciri perhaps realise in that moment anything at all about the heart of the wizard – or about the way elves feel in general? How strongly and for how long they can feel, hold grudges, hold onto memories with centuries to spare? Ciri’s experiences with Auberon after all (who mourns not one but two people connected to Ciri) culminate in her comforting him and saying goodbye to him amicably, and though LOTL gives us almost nothing in terms of Ciri’s internal feelings, the change of her mental state, her reflections, I still think she does come to empathise on some personal level.

I think Ciri understands how much Lara mattered to Avallac’h without knowing the details. I think she understands the elf loved somebody dearly and sincerely, and it isn’t right to make light of that, especially considering Ciri’s own shaky experiences with “love”. I think it intimidates her and makes her wonder sometimes, and I think she resents it: for progressively changing reasons.

Initially, it’s about the inability to live up to the expectations that are set on her at Tir na Lia – there is very little elf left in her, Ciri admits, as she becomes progressively more subsumed and more willing to please the elves. (This is a longer topic concerning Ciri’s mental state at Tir na Lia, which Sapkowski does not explore.) We’re not only speaking about looks here, but also mentality. Of “playing a role” and impersonating a character with duties. Ciri has not finished forming her own identity in the first place, so the shadow of Lara is not so much about a competition with a ghost of a former loved one as it is about broad sense of identity confusion. It’s impersonal, still.

Later, after escaping and reuniting, after the re-establishing of rapport under different circumstances the resentment would become more personal – anger and sadness intermittently over sometimes being but a mockery of a beautiful memory to somebody with whom you are forming a relationship. It would make her question Avallac’h’s help due to her own shortcomings when she is feeling small and make her shrug and accept his help as one of those life’s weird inevitabilities (what can she do about his feelings, in the end?) when she is feeling strong. It would often sober Ciri, I think, and at times she would resent herself for the part of her that is still trying to be a bit more like an elf she did not know and cannot be – if only not to be alone in feeling the feelings. “If only you could love me just a little bit – for me.” I think that encapsulates it in the end when there is still hope in her. I think though that she realises the catch very quickly, and it will anger her though ultimately leave her in a position where she can just be herself, and that’s that.

Because Lara is one of Avallac’h’s demons and a part of his life that Ciri can do very little about. She does not have to, in the first place. When Avallac’h tells Ciri “let us not return to that ever again” and hugs her, I think he is aware of something Ciri herself will become progressively aware of once she starts developing feelings for the elf – it is not only Avallac’h’s thinking that holding onto the past will poison, but also Ciri’s. Bringing it up constantly and keeping it in mind on both of their side will let cynicism run rampant, and everything burns. Past cannot be wiped away (and shouldn’t be in order not to repeat the mistakes), but people can proceed by giving even more value to the present thanks to the past instead of detracting from the present because of the past.

The games give a pretty nice indicator of Avallac’h perhaps having embarked on this journey himself: “For those who remain, death should never be more important than life.”

I think Ciri in her insecurity will just take a little time to believe it.

6. Does Avallac'h ever regret manipulating Ciri into sleeping with Auberon?

In some respect, I would say no – because Avallac’h has a “greater good” in mind, and a duty to his people in the achieving of which a single individual’s discomfort matters very little. In fact, I think Auberon was the kindest choice all in all – if there was ever a marginal amount of choice involved, which there seems to have been with the alternative being Avallac’h himself and his laboratory.

Which leads me to my next point.

In some respect, I would say yes – because the alternative was Avallac’h himself and his laboratory. A laboratory our pragmatist geneticist, for someone so “ends justifying the means” oriented, is very reluctant to use. As a matter of fact, from the cold, ruthless perspective of “matters of state” I would be pretty cross with Avallac’h for not opting for the more fool-proof method (as opposed to Auberon – which is self-explanatory (Lara was his daughter, Auberon is depressed/weary of life, 650+)). Further, it makes me think the alternative was Avallac’h and/or his laboratory rather than simply the laboratory – which makes sense, as even though Auberon is genetically more similar to whatever Ciri (a mutant) retains of the original Elder Blood, Avallac’h himself carries Elder Blood in the form of having been a match for Lara.

So, my theory.

Avallac’h was always supposed to make up for what initially seemed as the loss of the Gene. Perhaps it was a loss, perhaps Lara knew something more about the future when engaging with Cregennan. Upon meeting Ciri for the first time in person, having so far only dreamed of her and observed her from afar, Crevan is left speechless. He doesn’t even give Ciri his name, though he has prepared a tower and a place for her to stay at. He leaves abruptly without a word, for an entire week.

During this week it becomes conclusively clear to him that he cannot do it – neither father the child nor take Ciri to his laboratory. Ciri bears Lara’s eyes. Instead, he turns with news to the one person who is probably even more hurt than he is by the past, by the loss of a daughter and a wife (both of whose eyes Ciri bears) – Auberon. Auberon and him are both ambitious individuals. Auberon’s reluctance to engage with humans is perhaps even greater than Avallac’h’s. They have talked about the Swallow, to Lara’s descendant, and what will happen to her before. The end matters, and in the end only that. But the ruler of the Alder Folk is a ruler for a reason; his wisdom and maturity surpass Crevan’s. He sees what he has long seen and understood about his once son-in-law – it will be a mess. It will be kinder and safer for their blood not to be put under knife, nor to come in touch with the metaphorical knives of unresolved and revived feelings Avallac’h at that point is virtually full of. Moreover, nothing new can begin, unless something old ends first.

On his part, Avallac’h is also conducting a test of fate – if everything is meant to be, everything will be. If Auberon succeeds, then that is that. But Ciri’s role in Auberon’s life is to close a circle, and nothing comes of it. Something ends, something begins. (Crevan has foreseen this possibility in the branching tree of fate too.) Avallac’h, however, has done something similar to what Geralt did at his very first meeting with Ciri – I have written about it here.

Later, I think Avallac’h will regret sending Ciri to Auberon when he is left thinking back on how Ciri herself – the child of Destiny – offered herself to him.

As ending note to you: have you ever listened to Girlyboi's Whole ? That song is Ciri/Avallac'h to me.

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