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some fringilla + trissefer for the soul 

minar-artwork: some fringilla + trissefer for the soul

i’m so excited to finally post my piece for the @beyondthecontinent reverse bang!! it was my first time participating in an event, so thank you to the mods for giving me this opportunity!

@nonbinary-renfri wrote an amazing fic accompanying the art that you can find in the reblogs, so make sure to check it out :D

here is the accompanying fic to @ginnyinabin’s incredible art! it was my first time doing something like this and i really enjoyed writing it and participating in this event, so thanks to the mods for everything they did to make it awesome!

We Dream In Colors Borrowed from the Sea rating: general audiences characters: triss merigold and yennefer tags: alternate universe - pirate, minor triss merigold/yennefer of vengerberg, could be interpreted as gen or preslash, gen or pre-slash, prison, magic, kind of focused more on the magic aspects than the pirates oops, i don’t usually write triss so this was fun, listen to me i don’t make any one piece references i swear

i’m so excited to finally post my piece for the @beyondthecontinent reverse bang!! it was my first time participating in an event, so thank you to the mods for giving me this opportunity!

@nonbinary-renfri wrote an amazing fic accompanying the art that you can find in the reblogs, so make sure to check it out :D

here is the accompanying fic to @ginnyinabin’s incredible art! it was my first time doing something like this and i really enjoyed writing it and participating in this event, so thanks to the mods for everything they did to make it awesome!

We Dream In Colors Borrowed from the Sea rating: general audiences characters: triss merigold and yennefer tags: alternate universe - pirate, minor triss merigold/yennefer of vengerberg, could be interpreted as gen or preslash, gen or pre-slash, prison, magic, kind of focused more on the magic aspects than the pirates oops, i don’t usually write triss so this was fun, listen to me i don’t make any one piece references i swear

You are the most fortunate one And we have the blessing now No reason to retreat

@flowercrown-bard I hope you dont mind me adding in Triss 😊🥺 just thought the girls needed some love on a warm looking spring day ❤💜

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thanks for the prompt!!

I return after a short break with this – the secret santa gift for @mimeiji for @thewitchersecretsanta featuring Netflix!Yennefer and Triss :D I decided to put them in their warmest outfits from S1 to make it properly wintery!!

Mimi had to wait quite a while, and even though I had signed up for pinch-hitting originally, I withdrew from that when I ended up barely managing my own actual secret santa drawing ;u; but when they still needed people mid January, I was able to participate again :D

Thank you for your patience, Mimi, and I hope you like the drawings!!! Happy 2021 to you 💖

have a little yentriss soulmate au<3

summary:

The first time they meet, Triss knows that Yennefer is her soulmate. But Yennefer has Ascended, and sorceresses don’t have soulmates - the Ascension takes their soulbond away from them.

So Triss tucks this secret into the depths of her heart, and through the decades, Triss and Yennefer grow close until they’re best friends. There’s a hollow absence in Triss now that the Ascension has taken her bond, but Yennefer stays by her side, and that’s more than enough.

(Still, Triss falls a little in love with Yennefer, with the kindness behind her sharp smiles, with the fierce glint of determination in her eyes, with the gentle way she holds Triss in her arms. But Yennefer doesn’t love her the same way, doesn’t think Triss loves her that way, and Triss can’t ever have her, can she?)

Decades later, in Rinde, a witcher makes a wish, and a bond is forged. At that same moment, in Temeria, Triss falls to her knees as her soul is cleaved in two, and her bond with Yennefer breaks.

—-

Underneath Triss’ hands, her brother is dying. 

Adrevar is gasping for breath, clutching at the wound on his chest, gushing crimson, the wound that their father had inflicted in his alcohol-induced rage. Triss flutters around him, frantic and desperate as she presses a balled-up piece of cloth to the wound, hoping to stem the bleeding even a little.

“Please,” she begs, pleading for Adrevar to be okay, pleading for him to be healed, to recover and go back to being the bright, joyous brother she knows instead of this pale boy gasping in pain. Seeing his face contort and twist, feeling how he shakes and convulses under her hands, Triss prays to any and all deities out there, a mantra of pleasebeokaypleasebeokaypleasebeokay murmuring in her mind.

Please -

Something sharp and warm crackles in the air. Adrevar’s wound starts to close.

Triss’ hands are glowing, and she trembles, staring at them, not quite sure what’s happening but something is happening. She’s doing something, so she continues her mantra, heart in her throat.

“You’ll be okay, Adrevar,” she gasps, pleading to someone, anyone, that this will continue working, watching at the wound closes up a little more. “Please, please -”

Adrevar lets out a pained cry, a piercing sound that jolts Triss out of her concentration, and - no, no, the glow has faded from her hands and the wound is bleeding once more, leaching Adrevar’s face of colour. Triss tries desperately to summon that light back, tries to beg for that previous miracle to happen again, please, please - but nothing happens. She can do nothing but watch as life drains out of her brother’s body, leaving his eyes blank and lifeless, his form limp and stained crimson on the floor.

She cries the entire night, never leaving Adrevar’s side, even as his blood dries on her hands and the stench becomes unbearable. She cries, wondering if her glowing hands had been nothing more than a hallucination, nothing more than a trick of her mind - and gods, if that had been real, why hadn’t she been able to help her brother, why couldn’t she have saved him?

She doesn’t leave her brother, and the next day, a tall, stern woman comes to the door of her house, and Triss is taken to Aretuza, tears still running down her cheeks, grief and regret heavy in her heart.

—-

She is told that she has the potential within her to be a sorceress, and she will be trained to master the chaos within her - a few years at the Academy, gaining control of that potential until she’s finally fit for the Ascension.

“The… Ascension?” Triss asks, and that tall, stern woman - Tissaia - smiles thinly at her.

“The final step to becoming a sorceress,” Tissaia explains, and Triss thinks about the mages she’s heard about in tales and stories, seated at the sides of kings and queens, impossibly beautiful, the world at their fingertips. “You will be immortal. You will be powerful. And you will be remade.”

It sounds ideal, everything Triss could ever want - beauty, power, immortality - but the scars on her back ache, her father’s furious words echo in her mind, and she knows that nothing in the world comes without a cost.

“And the price?”

“You’re a smart one, aren’t you?” Tissaia muses, glancing at her appraisingly. “Yes, there is a price. You will not be able to bear children. And your bond with your soulmate - it will be broken.”

She turns and strides away, leaving Triss staring at her back.

Losing her ability to bear children and losing her soulmate - she’s heard stories, stories about mages being without a soul, and Triss grows cold at the thought of never finding the other half of her soul, never knowing who she is bound to, forever unable to start a life with them. But she thinks of her dead brother, healed slightly by her chaos before dropping dead again, and she thinks of all the people she could help if she were to Ascend, all the lives she could save.

She will never be able to have children. She will never find her soulmate. But if she can help people, if she can save little girls like her from having to watch their brothers die in front of their eyes - perhaps that will be enough.

—

Triss is making her way towards the potions room when she first passes Yennefer of Vengerberg. 

She’s heard the whispers. The stubborn, headstrong initiate, a few years older than Triss, with a twisted spine and a crooked jaw and bright violet eyes, and Triss watches as she strides past, chin held high and eyes fixed on her destination, books tucked under her arm.

Something in her heart grows warm.

The next time she passes by Yennefer, Triss is curled up in a corner with a heavy tome in her lap, illuminated by the faint glow of the nearby torch. 

Yennefer doesn’t see her, doesn’t sense her presence as she starts pulling books from shelves, flipping through them vigorously, gaze determined like she’s on a mission, like there’s something she will achieve. Triss watches her, watches the fierce determination in those bright eyes as Yennefer finally grins in triumph at finding what she’s looking for, heading out without a single glance towards Triss.

Triss catches glimpses of her all the time - a flurry of skirts at the end of a hallway, a flash of violet in the corners of the library, a whisper of chaos in the opulent rooms of Aretuza, a giggle and the sound of kissing as Istredd pulls her around a corner, and Triss finds herself acutely aware of Yennefer’s presence each time, even when she tries to focus on her magic and spells and potions.

Yennefer should just be another student at Aretuza. She should be no different from Sabrina and Fringilla, no different from all the other girls, and yet Triss’ eyes are drawn towards her every time she strides into a room, a stubborn tilt to her jaw and a fierce fire in her eyes, practically vibrating with the chaos that resides within her, a gravity to her that makes Triss want to come closer, closer.

But she never does. Instead she watches this fierce, violet-eyed mage-to-be from a distance, resisting the way warmth curls within her every time Yennefer crosses her path. Yennefer never notices her, even as Triss feels an inexplicable urge to gravitate towards her, so Triss watches her, bright and fierce, from afar, until she Ascends and leaves Aretuza. 

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