[ For a single, terrible second, there is quiet, and she closes her eyes against it. The part of her that has survived this long by being detached is howling in her head, furious that she dare not only have these emotions, but also voice them. Let him know her weakness, that she needs him. Geralt is the anthesis of every relationship she's ever had, and it is difficult to reconcile that with the way she understands how to navigate the world.
She's not expecting him to explain his feelings, if only because he so rarely does. As he speaks, she is able to meet his eye again, her own still shining and wet. She has learned to read volumes out of just a sentence, because that is how he communicates, but sometimes, things do need to be said out loud. Actually heard. Made real by virtue of being in the air, instead of held inside.
I shouldn't like to lose you any more than you want to lose me, he says, immediately after she has laid bare exactly how petrified of that she truly is. And no one has ever said anything like that to her before, never wanted her that much before. Maybe it's why she was so scared to begin with.
Geralt only says what he means. Really means. She does trust that, with all of her heart.
The sound that escapes her is an accident, somewhere between a choked gasp and a sob, and she wraps her arms around him tightly. Her face presses into the hollow of his neck, her cheeks hot and damp, eyes screwed shut. ]
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She's not expecting him to explain his feelings, if only because he so rarely does. As he speaks, she is able to meet his eye again, her own still shining and wet. She has learned to read volumes out of just a sentence, because that is how he communicates, but sometimes, things do need to be said out loud. Actually heard. Made real by virtue of being in the air, instead of held inside.
I shouldn't like to lose you any more than you want to lose me, he says, immediately after she has laid bare exactly how petrified of that she truly is. And no one has ever said anything like that to her before, never wanted her that much before. Maybe it's why she was so scared to begin with.
Geralt only says what he means. Really means. She does trust that, with all of her heart.
The sound that escapes her is an accident, somewhere between a choked gasp and a sob, and she wraps her arms around him tightly. Her face presses into the hollow of his neck, her cheeks hot and damp, eyes screwed shut. ]