[ There's a split second he thinks she'll push him away. Then her hand is gripping him in turn and he falls right into the familiar brush of her lips. The scent of her perfume has long faded, but what's there when he breathes her in is something far more intimate, something that is just Yennefer. Something he's memorized a long time ago. Something he's afraid he'll forget, the same way so many others have become only a shadow in his memory.
He hates that he remembers too much and too little all at once.
When they part, he can't help but linger. A curl of her dark hair slips through his fingers as he steps back. There's nothing left to say. Nothing left with which to stall. And the longer he stands here, the more the wild thought that he could remain with her grows in his mind. He knows he can't entertain it, not only because of Ciri and Jaskier, but because staying is a death sentence for him in no uncertain terms. It's—fuck.
He goes. He's no intention of looking back, either. He can't. He won't. He doesn't want to see the expression on her face as he leaves. Wants it not at all etched in his mind. But he does look—turning over his shoulder as he steps through the whirling portal, magic swallowing him up. ]
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He hates that he remembers too much and too little all at once.
When they part, he can't help but linger. A curl of her dark hair slips through his fingers as he steps back. There's nothing left to say. Nothing left with which to stall. And the longer he stands here, the more the wild thought that he could remain with her grows in his mind. He knows he can't entertain it, not only because of Ciri and Jaskier, but because staying is a death sentence for him in no uncertain terms. It's—fuck.
He goes. He's no intention of looking back, either. He can't. He won't. He doesn't want to see the expression on her face as he leaves. Wants it not at all etched in his mind. But he does look—turning over his shoulder as he steps through the whirling portal, magic swallowing him up. ]