[ it doesn’t really matter, does it? that rush of power, that feeling that maybe she is someone to be called great, someone known as powerful. she doesn’t know why the rush feels so good, why some part of her feels complete, with the knowledge. but it doesn’t matter, does it? she has nothing to be powerful for. no need, for a title like that. she is smiling, while she thinks of it, and it feels nice.
( maybe, one day, she will ask julian why - why she is known as great, why she is known as powerful, why it feels good to be known as such. but that will be later. there’s no reason for it now. )
yennefer sits, comfortable and polite, in the spot julian leaves for her. she makes herself as small as she can, takes up as little room as she can - she doesn’t want to become a burden through this all, after all. and when he grins and confirms he knows kylo, yennefer smiles just a bit brighter. not for kylo, necessarily, but that other bit - a song. she had assumed, when she had felt julian’s hands, but hearing that… ]
No- well, I may have. I mean, I must have, but my memories… [ yennefer feels a little ridiculous, suddenly, her eyes glancing from julian and then the horses before them. there is even a brief second where she worries at her lower lip before taking a breath and choosing to just go for it. ] Would you… I mean, I don’t want to assume, but would you play it for me?
[ that is when he chokes, and any of that excitement, any of that building anticipation, disappears in a moment as her eyes widen. did she say something? is he alright? her hands lift as if to assist, somehow, with his choking and then she belatedly realizes she would have no idea what to do to help at all. it’s terribly embarrassing, the whole thing, and she does hope he’s okay - concern clear written there until he starts speaking again.
yennefer blinks, uncertain she hears him correctly. ] What? [ and then, when she realizes she had, immediately goes to shake her head. ] Oh, no no. No, he is much too- [ well, handsome, but that doesn’t really help her case. thoughtful, patient, willing to teach even when she had no memories or idea of why they were there. yennefer let’s put a laugh, though it is probably to cover the darker shade of red across her cheeks. ] I wouldn’t say lucky, but I’m sure there are others, you yourself have your eyes on him. I would never wish to assume- not someone like me…
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( maybe, one day, she will ask julian why - why she is known as great, why she is known as powerful, why it feels good to be known as such. but that will be later. there’s no reason for it now. )
yennefer sits, comfortable and polite, in the spot julian leaves for her. she makes herself as small as she can, takes up as little room as she can - she doesn’t want to become a burden through this all, after all. and when he grins and confirms he knows kylo, yennefer smiles just a bit brighter. not for kylo, necessarily, but that other bit - a song. she had assumed, when she had felt julian’s hands, but hearing that… ]
No- well, I may have. I mean, I must have, but my memories… [ yennefer feels a little ridiculous, suddenly, her eyes glancing from julian and then the horses before them. there is even a brief second where she worries at her lower lip before taking a breath and choosing to just go for it. ] Would you… I mean, I don’t want to assume, but would you play it for me?
[ that is when he chokes, and any of that excitement, any of that building anticipation, disappears in a moment as her eyes widen. did she say something? is he alright? her hands lift as if to assist, somehow, with his choking and then she belatedly realizes she would have no idea what to do to help at all. it’s terribly embarrassing, the whole thing, and she does hope he’s okay - concern clear written there until he starts speaking again.
yennefer blinks, uncertain she hears him correctly. ] What? [ and then, when she realizes she had, immediately goes to shake her head. ] Oh, no no. No, he is much too- [ well, handsome, but that doesn’t really help her case. thoughtful, patient, willing to teach even when she had no memories or idea of why they were there. yennefer let’s put a laugh, though it is probably to cover the darker shade of red across her cheeks. ] I wouldn’t say lucky, but I’m sure there are others, you yourself have your eyes on him. I would never wish to assume- not someone like me…