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crescentstrike · 10 months
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Take this blade and let yours be the last face I see in this world. Princess Cirilla, the lion cub of cintra. She who has the power to move the world. Do it. And forgive me. Forgive me.
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powerofadyingsun · 9 months
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Another amazing commission from @swampcastle ! Exactly how I envisioned an upcoming scene from my fic “Stardust Blowing in the Wind,” You’re incredible, Cas!
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theravenandtheswallow · 10 months
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“Take this blade and let yours be the last face I see in this world. Princess Cirilla, the Lion Cub of Cintra.”
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iiamendless · 10 months
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OMGGG a new trailer for volume 2 dropped and it showed this moment!!! Ahhhhhhhhh, I’m freaking out so much rn 😱😬
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astaldis · 10 months
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Forgive me
WARNING: Major spoilers for the Witcher Season 3 Episode 6: Ciri x Cahir
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I’ve discovered I was wrong.
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My life is yours. So take it.
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Take this blade and ...
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... let yours be the last face I see in this world. Princess Cirilla, the Lion Cub of Cintra.
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She who has the power to move the world.
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I owe you that. Do it.
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And forgive me.
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Forgive me.
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The Scoia’tael. Go. I will find you.
(If you liked this scene, you might enjoy my little fanfic “Everything I do”, it’s this scene told from Cahir's POV and the fight with the Scoia'tael that was sadly not included in the show.)
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zoeysdamn · 7 months
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Like the Sun for the Moon, I'd die for you every night so you can live
A Ciri x Cahir fanart inspired by Alessandro Puttinati's sculpture 'Paolo and Virginia' (1844)
[Instagram art page]
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*sobbing in a corner* I'm not okay with this I also decided to give Cahir is scar on the forehead from the injury he got when he was with the Hansa, for uh- reasons
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The Witcher 3x06 : Ciri x Cahir
“- It’s him. He’s mine. (Ciri) - There’s no coming back from this. (Geralt) - Back to what? To my home he burned? To my family he killed? He’s haunted my nightmares ever since. But I’m not afraid of him anymore. (Ciri) - Princess, I’ve dreamt of this moment. I do not wish to fight you! In the attack in Cintra, when I took you, I did everything I was asked with no hesitation, but now, I can’t stop asking questions. I’ve discovered I was wrong! I can’t give you back the life I stole. My life is yours. So take it. (Cahir) - You took... everything from me. (Ciri) - I know. Take this blade, and let yours be the last face I see in this world. Princess Cirilla. The Lion Cub of Cintra. She who has the power to move the world. I owe you that. Do it. And forgive me. I will find you. (Cahir)
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cahirandcirilla · 9 months
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The Lady of the Lake chapter 9, by Andrzej Sapkowski
There were too many of them to be able to risk fighting, even in a narrow corridor. And Bonhart was surely nearby. Ciri turned back and bolted. She burst into the room with the marble goddess. And froze.
Before her stood a knight with a great sword, in a black cloak and helmet decorated with the wings of a bird of prey.
The town was burning. She heard the roar of fire, saw flames flickering and felt the heat of the conflagration. The neighing of horses and the screaming of the murdered were in her ears. The black bird’s wings suddenly flapped, covering everything… Help!
Cintra, she thought, coming to her senses. The Isle of Thanedd. He’s followed me all the way here. He’s a demon. I’m surrounded by demons, by nightmares from my dreams. Bonhart behind me, him in front of me.
The shouting and stamping of enemies coming running could be heard behind her.
The knight in the plumed helmet suddenly took a step forward. Ciri overcame her fear. She yanked Swallow from its scabbard.
“You will not touch me!”
The knight moved forward and Ciri noticed in amazement that a fair-haired girl armed with a curved sabre was hiding behind his cloak. The girl flashed past Ciri like a lynx, sending one of the approaching lackeys sprawling with a slash of her sabre. And the black knight, astonishingly, rather than attacking Ciri, slit open another thug with a powerful blow. The remaining one retreated into the corridor.
The fair-haired girl rushed for the door, but didn’t manage to close it. Although she was whirling her sabre menacingly and yelling, the lackeys shoved her back from the portal. Ciri saw one of them stab her with a pilum, saw the girl fall to her knees. Ciri leaped and slashed backhand
with Swallow, while the Black Knight ran up on the other side, hacking terribly with his long sword. The fair-haired girl, still on her knees, drew an axe from her belt and hurled it, hitting one of the bruisers right in the face. Then she lunged for the door, slammed it and the knight bolted it.
“Phew,” said the girl. “Oak and iron! It’ll take them some time to chop their way through that!”
“They won’t waste time, they’ll search for another way,” commented the Black Knight soberly, after which his face suddenly darkened on seeing the girl’s blood-soaked trouser leg. The girl waved a hand dismissively.
“Let’s be away.” The knight removed his helmet and looked at Ciri. “I’m Cahir Mawr Dyffryn, son of Ceallach. I came here with Geralt. To rescue you, Ciri. I know it’s unbelievable.”
“I’ve seen more unbelievable things,” Ciri growled.
“You’ve come a long way… Cahir… Where’s Geralt?”
He looked at her. She remembered his eyes from Thanedd. Dark blue and as soft as silk. Pretty.
“He’s rescuing the sorceress,” he answered. “That—”
“Yennefer. Let’s go.”
“Yes!” said the fair-haired girl, putting a makeshift dressing on her thigh. “We still have to kick a few arses! For auntie!”
“Let’s go,” repeated the knight. But it was too late.
“Run away,” whispered Ciri, seeing who was approaching along the corridor. “He’s the devil incarnate. But he only wants me. He won’t come after you… Run… Help Geralt…”
Cahir shook his head.
“Ciri,” he said kindly. “I’m surprised by what you’re saying. I came here from the end of the world to find you, rescue you and defend you. And now you want me to run away?”
“You don’t know who you’re up against.”
Cahir pulled up his sleeve, tore off his cloak and wrapped it around his left arm. He brandished his sword and whirled it so fast it hummed.
“I’ll soon find out.”
Bonhart, seeing the three of them, stopped. But only for a moment.
“Aha!” he said. “Have the reinforcements arrived? Your companions, witcher girl? Very well. Two less, two more. Makes no difference.”
Ciri had a sudden flash of inspiration.
“Say farewell to your life, Bonhart!” she yelled. “It’s the end of you! You’ve met your match!”
She must have overdone it and he caught the lie in her voice. He stopped and looked suspiciously.
“The Witcher? Really?”
Cahir whirled his sword, standing in position. Bonhart didn’t budge.
“This witch has more of a liking for younger men than I expected,” he hissed. “Just look here, my young blade.”
He pulled his shirt open. Silver medallions flashed in his fist. A cat, a gryphon and a wolf.
“If you are truly a witcher—” he ground his teeth “—know that your own quack amulet will soon embellish my collection. If you’re not a witcher, you’ll be a corpse before you manage to blink. It would be wise, therefore, to get out of my way and take to your heels. I want this wench; I don’t bear a grudge against you.”
“You talk big,” Cahir said calmly, twirling the blade. “Let’s see if your bite’s worse than your bark. Angoulême, Ciri. Flee!”
“Cahir—”
“Run,” he corrected himself, “and help Geralt.”
They ran. Ciri was holding up the limping Angoulême.
“You asked for it.” Bonhart squinted his pale eyes and moved forward, whirling his sword.
“I asked for it?” Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach repeated dully. “No. It’s what destiny wants!”
They leaped at each other, quickly engaged, surrounding each other with a frantic kaleidoscope of blades. The corridor filled with the clang of iron, seemingly making the marble sculpture tremble and rock.
“You aren’t bad,” rasped Bonhart when they came apart. “You aren’t bad, my young blade. But you’re no witcher. The little viper deceived me. You’re done for. Prepare for death.”
“You talk big.”
Cahir took a deep breath. The clash had convinced him he had faint chance with the fishy-eyed man. This man was too fast and too strong for him. The only chance was that Bonhart was in a hurry to get after Ciri. And he was clearly irritated.
Bonhart attacked again. Cahir parried a cut, stooped, jumped, seized his opponent by the belt, shoved him against the wall and kneed him hard in the crotch. Bonhart caught him by the face, battered him powerfully on the side of the head with his sword pommel; once, twice, thrice. The third blow shoved Cahir back. He saw the flash of the blade. He parried instinctively.
Too slowly.
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ahahaha I am so close to finishing the first scene in IDOY and it is making me go FERAL I love being obsessed with what I'm writing
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ciri/cahir for relationship bingo
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This ship is definitely intriguing! A case where I wasn't interested, but I've read some very compelling fics since that tackle where they both come from as characters and their entangled fates and it's really fascinating! Additionally, the canon divergence fics where Cahir lives are so addictive. The drama. 👀🔥
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Back on my shipping
I finally got around to watch the Netflix adaptation of Witcher. I liked it far more than I expected (probably helped by the fact it has been eight? nine? years since I last read the books and I never played any of the games so my expectations were non-existent). I think Henry Cavill was born for the role, which is my second hardest admission regarding the casting. The hardest admission is that I frigging love show!Cahir which I would have never expected. (In general, I’m very pleased with most of the casting choices, those two were my sticking points.)
Anyway, the show mostly reminded me of one of my oldest Forever OTPs. Cahir x Ciri still holds my heart and soul after near twenty years. Time to scour the tag for content.
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powerofadyingsun · 9 months
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Final ramble, to all the new Cahir x Ciri shippers/the people who are intrigued/dipping their toes in, WELCOME. Don’t be shy, we’re excited you’re here!
We are small but mighty in this corner of the fandom (and also v friendly)
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Commissioned by @ramenana last year for my bday!
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theravenandtheswallow · 10 months
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Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
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omg I’ve just realised…
WITCHER SERIES SPOILERS:
that was the last time we’ll see Cahir and Ciri together before the 10 seconds preceding the big sad. Legit they glance at each other once more before Cahir urges Ciri and Angoulême to flee while he delays Bonhart — who then unceremoniously cuts down Cahir like he’s nothing more than a scarecrow holding a sword. He legit lays his life on the line and dies for Ciri. For thousands of pages, multiple bloody books that could be used as bricks, they’ve been tied by destiny — more so than even Geralt and Yennefer or even Emhyr — and yet, there’s no explanation to their connection. There’s no even conversation between them. Nothing. It makes me utterly heartbroken, even years after reading, thinking about how it’s all going to end. It’s honestly one of my least favorite books of all time. It breaks me. Cahir and Ciri at least deserve a Reylo-like chance and ending.
Freya and Eamon were brilliant together — their chemistry palpable — and we get no more — until their final 10 seconds 😭 😭 😭
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iiamendless · 10 months
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Cahir & Ciri confrontation in Thanned [+ Geralt] | The Witcher S3 Vol 2 🤍
can you hear me screaming?!?!?! like ohhhhmggggg 🙌🏻
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