[ yennefer hugs ciri through the course of her sobs, feeling her own arms grow more tightly with it. it's a strange feeling that she had, then, of what this means. of how this feels, beyond the rush of adrenaline to get here, the promise of danger, the loss of a goodbye. what tightens around yennefer's chest is the same thing she's been struggling to find the shape of since she first spoke to ciri and even now, she's not entirely sure of it. ciri hugs back so tightly that yennefer can most certainly feel it in her ribs, but that is not what makes it hard to breathe. that is not what pushes down on her.
i dreamed of becoming important to someone.
ciri pulls back, and yennefer recognizes the feeling. of something being ripped away from her. of the pain associated with it, that she'd been chasing to set right. yennefer hates how visceral it feels. her body is still healing from the guards and the cell, from wounds that have yet to close, but this? this is worse. so much worse.
and that is when ciri whispers - i love you - and the words freeze yennefer to the spot. really and truly force her into that moment, into the slow movements of ciri drawing away. she really and truly considers, reconsiders, if this is worth it. if this is the right idea at all. but she is not quite able to respond. not verbally, in any real way, but yennefer does not let herself so much as blink as ciri turns and moves towards the portal. does not let herself look away, does not let herself cry, even if her eyes do burn.
( she is going to regret this, in some form or fashion, later. some aspect of this, something she could have done or said. but she doesn't do anything. she just watches her go. ) ]
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i dreamed of becoming important to someone.
ciri pulls back, and yennefer recognizes the feeling. of something being ripped away from her. of the pain associated with it, that she'd been chasing to set right. yennefer hates how visceral it feels. her body is still healing from the guards and the cell, from wounds that have yet to close, but this? this is worse. so much worse.
and that is when ciri whispers - i love you - and the words freeze yennefer to the spot. really and truly force her into that moment, into the slow movements of ciri drawing away. she really and truly considers, reconsiders, if this is worth it. if this is the right idea at all. but she is not quite able to respond. not verbally, in any real way, but yennefer does not let herself so much as blink as ciri turns and moves towards the portal. does not let herself look away, does not let herself cry, even if her eyes do burn.
( she is going to regret this, in some form or fashion, later. some aspect of this, something she could have done or said. but she doesn't do anything. she just watches her go. ) ]