Witcher (Video Game): Constraint
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100wordsTitle: Constraint
Fandom: The Witcher (Video Game Series)
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for Amnesty Week! Prompt 145: Itch.
“Ah, Commander!” Silas whined for the fourth ploughing time. “It’s not fitting right! I can’t wear it!”
He was getting tired of this and he turned, his own leather jerkin stretching over his chest rather uncomfortably. But he wasn’t complaining. “Silas, I’ll give you two choices,” he hissed, making sure all of them hear. “You either wear it and shut up, or you wear it with no tongue.”
“Commander-”
“Pick one,” he snapped, satisfied when he went silent. Like he wanted to do this either. Nilfgaardian armor was ugly and tight. Ill-fitting. Constricting.
Exposed.
This rouse better fucking work.
Fandom: The Witcher (Video Game Series)
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for Amnesty Week! Prompt 145: Itch.
“Ah, Commander!” Silas whined for the fourth ploughing time. “It’s not fitting right! I can’t wear it!”
He was getting tired of this and he turned, his own leather jerkin stretching over his chest rather uncomfortably. But he wasn’t complaining. “Silas, I’ll give you two choices,” he hissed, making sure all of them hear. “You either wear it and shut up, or you wear it with no tongue.”
“Commander-”
“Pick one,” he snapped, satisfied when he went silent. Like he wanted to do this either. Nilfgaardian armor was ugly and tight. Ill-fitting. Constricting.
Exposed.
This rouse better fucking work.
