[ The portals hum behind him; magic saturates the atmosphere so that it nearly crackles. His attention remains fixed on Yennefer. On that look in her eyes. It reminds him of quiet nights they shared. She would turn to him, with that same look, and he'd wonder what she was really thinking. Decide that maybe, he didn't need to know when it was enough that he got to see it there in the first place. ]
Be careful. [ As much as he trusts she can handle herself, they know fuck all about this sphere, these politics. Those who seek to claim all magic for their own gain are no better than the ones who would see it eliminated. It means even being in their favour can bring only so much protection, and she has not been here long enough to witness all that's transpired. ] Thorne may not want the Singularity's magic destroyed, but they will freely abuse it.
[ And yours. But he knows she won't let that happen while she's here. The entire reason she has to stay. The entire reason why they're standing here now, when he wants nothing more than to take her through that portal with him. Her fingers are beginning to burn into his skin. He hears it unsaid, that she will find him. A small piece that he holds tightly onto.
She's right, though. He needs to leave. Cirilla and Jaskier are waiting. He won't risk leaving them alone, either. His ears ring; there's a whining pressure in the air, and instead of letting go as he should, instead of turning away, he lifts his other hand to cup her cheek. They're only a breath apart now. It still feels too far. Then he's leaning down and pulling her closer all at once. Everything he wants to tell her but can't, and all that he's been holding in, it spills through into the kiss. If there are eyes on them, he can't bring himself to care. Not in this moment. ]
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Be careful. [ As much as he trusts she can handle herself, they know fuck all about this sphere, these politics. Those who seek to claim all magic for their own gain are no better than the ones who would see it eliminated. It means even being in their favour can bring only so much protection, and she has not been here long enough to witness all that's transpired. ] Thorne may not want the Singularity's magic destroyed, but they will freely abuse it.
[ And yours. But he knows she won't let that happen while she's here. The entire reason she has to stay. The entire reason why they're standing here now, when he wants nothing more than to take her through that portal with him. Her fingers are beginning to burn into his skin. He hears it unsaid, that she will find him. A small piece that he holds tightly onto.
She's right, though. He needs to leave. Cirilla and Jaskier are waiting. He won't risk leaving them alone, either. His ears ring; there's a whining pressure in the air, and instead of letting go as he should, instead of turning away, he lifts his other hand to cup her cheek. They're only a breath apart now. It still feels too far. Then he's leaning down and pulling her closer all at once. Everything he wants to tell her but can't, and all that he's been holding in, it spills through into the kiss. If there are eyes on them, he can't bring himself to care. Not in this moment. ]