They had been careful, at first. If there's anything Yennefer, and Istredd for that matter, have come to know over their decades among the courts of the Continent, it's that easily accessible vulnerability are always a liability. Yennefer has spent long enough in Thorne Castle to know that much is the same. But after the pit, after losing him too...
There wasn't much point in denying it, was there? And of all the relationships for Yennefer to have, one with another strong mage in Thorne who has done nothing but also play the game (to Istredd's own capabilities, at the very least - he may never have been as good at it as the other mages in the Brotherhood, but they all received the same training), it could be much worse.
Istredd immediately begins to reason, but unfortunately for him, the mention of Castiel has Yennefer snorting once, a sharp, disgusted, annoyed kind of sound. She has never really hid her opinion of the angel, so she's not going to start now, even as she takes another drink from the bottle. "Why does it matter what they are? That demon knew about Ciri, and had been on his way to the Singularity with her. Had made it a good ways there." He turns and presses a kiss to her head, and she knows he's trying to comfort her, calm her, and after everything she can't help but want to lean into it. Even if she doesn't seem like it is, still angry, still upset, still letting those emotions swirl away at her under her skin - she also doesn't pull away from him.
And the truth is, Yennefer had thought as much. That it would take something like Ciri's opinion to actually sway Geralt, if he had really been in that moment.
She can't blame him for asking, can't blame him for reading straight through to the fact that the situation, alone, would not be enough to upset her the way she has been. It doesn't make it any easier, either; does she even want to talk about this? Does she even want to bring this up? Yennefer lets out a breath, that earlier anger giving way to something a bit more cool as she sits up, pushing herself out of his arms.
"We fought." And it's not the full story, Istredd knows it isn't the full story, but Yennefer is still deciding. Still trying to gauge if it's even worth the discussion. Because while part of her knows Istredd wouldn't judge her, not when she knows what he's also done for power, for approval, she also hates the very idea that it could be real. Hates the fact she could- that it could- "The Singularity gave us visions, before you arrived. Of time on the Continent, of memories but...not."
Her eyes go down to her hands, where she sits cross-legged on the carpet, fidgeting with her fingernails and feelings - very suddenly - quite young. "But they did not all line up. Or rather- the Singularity saw it fit to give Geralt, and Jaskier too for that matter, more of our time than it did me."
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There wasn't much point in denying it, was there? And of all the relationships for Yennefer to have, one with another strong mage in Thorne who has done nothing but also play the game (to Istredd's own capabilities, at the very least - he may never have been as good at it as the other mages in the Brotherhood, but they all received the same training), it could be much worse.
Istredd immediately begins to reason, but unfortunately for him, the mention of Castiel has Yennefer snorting once, a sharp, disgusted, annoyed kind of sound. She has never really hid her opinion of the angel, so she's not going to start now, even as she takes another drink from the bottle. "Why does it matter what they are? That demon knew about Ciri, and had been on his way to the Singularity with her. Had made it a good ways there." He turns and presses a kiss to her head, and she knows he's trying to comfort her, calm her, and after everything she can't help but want to lean into it. Even if she doesn't seem like it is, still angry, still upset, still letting those emotions swirl away at her under her skin - she also doesn't pull away from him.
And the truth is, Yennefer had thought as much. That it would take something like Ciri's opinion to actually sway Geralt, if he had really been in that moment.
She can't blame him for asking, can't blame him for reading straight through to the fact that the situation, alone, would not be enough to upset her the way she has been. It doesn't make it any easier, either; does she even want to talk about this? Does she even want to bring this up? Yennefer lets out a breath, that earlier anger giving way to something a bit more cool as she sits up, pushing herself out of his arms.
"We fought." And it's not the full story, Istredd knows it isn't the full story, but Yennefer is still deciding. Still trying to gauge if it's even worth the discussion. Because while part of her knows Istredd wouldn't judge her, not when she knows what he's also done for power, for approval, she also hates the very idea that it could be real. Hates the fact she could- that it could- "The Singularity gave us visions, before you arrived. Of time on the Continent, of memories but...not."
Her eyes go down to her hands, where she sits cross-legged on the carpet, fidgeting with her fingernails and feelings - very suddenly - quite young. "But they did not all line up. Or rather- the Singularity saw it fit to give Geralt, and Jaskier too for that matter, more of our time than it did me."