[ the sound of his voice feels a bit like a shake to the shoulders, and she visibly jumps at the sound of it. outrageous. there is a very brief moment where a new feeling fills her chest, something harder, more defensive. outrageous he says, and she just nearly frowns, a kind of heat filling her chest. how is that outrageous? why would he call her that? but as soon as the feeling had risen, it falls away again, as julian shifts over in the seat and tells her that she shouldn't limit herself and it feels...
well. it feels good. nice. kind - the word comes back again, in association with him. if you want to fuck him, you should seduce him and the color of her cheeks does darken, but her smile curls up a bit, too. it's just that simple, isn't it? it certainly sounds that way, when he says it. simple enough that yennefer just nearly thinks it might be manageable. ] Have you? Seduced him. [ the question comes out suddenly, and yennefer blinks a bit after, as if she's surprised herself by how easily she asked. the surprise turns to a laugh, her hand coming to cover her mouth, but where she expects to find embarrassment or possibly shame, there is something else. something new, but not wholly. something good.
they've been friends for years. she reminds herself of that. obviously, that is what she is feeling. ] You did write a song about him. [ if her smile turns a bit conspiratorial, just for julian, well. only he will know.
but then he is saying he will play for her, that he will sing for her, and yennefer's smile turns back to something childlike. bright. she hadn't thought he would do it, for some reason, but when he says of course and reaches back for his instrument, yennefer resettles. straightens in her seat, lifts her face just a bit more, sets her hands in her lap, like she imagines the women of court would do. when he tests the strings of the lute, the music is beautiful, perfect, warm, and she chances a look back to him just in time to catch his expression when he says close your eyes. she smiles, nods once, and faces forward again - closing her eyes and letting the sway of the cart settle in her.
the song is magnificent, of course. she is not surprised by that. as soon as he begins to sing, yennefer knows that he is a great talent, widely known, respected. she feels, suddenly, a bit out of place - being friends, with someone like this. sitting on a cart in some magical land and hearing a ballad worthy of royalty. she takes a breath and lets the imagery take her away, down the path of the mountain, to the man with fire in his veins. she can see kylo, as she has met him in this very place, and the music takes her, sweeps her up and takes her away
the cart hits a divot in the road, only a slight bump, but yennefer is so lost in the music that she feels off-set. her hand reaches out, passing by the wolf and settling, instead, on julian's knee. just for a moment to right herself. ]
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well. it feels good. nice. kind - the word comes back again, in association with him. if you want to fuck him, you should seduce him and the color of her cheeks does darken, but her smile curls up a bit, too. it's just that simple, isn't it? it certainly sounds that way, when he says it. simple enough that yennefer just nearly thinks it might be manageable. ] Have you? Seduced him. [ the question comes out suddenly, and yennefer blinks a bit after, as if she's surprised herself by how easily she asked. the surprise turns to a laugh, her hand coming to cover her mouth, but where she expects to find embarrassment or possibly shame, there is something else. something new, but not wholly. something good.
they've been friends for years. she reminds herself of that. obviously, that is what she is feeling. ] You did write a song about him. [ if her smile turns a bit conspiratorial, just for julian, well. only he will know.
but then he is saying he will play for her, that he will sing for her, and yennefer's smile turns back to something childlike. bright. she hadn't thought he would do it, for some reason, but when he says of course and reaches back for his instrument, yennefer resettles. straightens in her seat, lifts her face just a bit more, sets her hands in her lap, like she imagines the women of court would do. when he tests the strings of the lute, the music is beautiful, perfect, warm, and she chances a look back to him just in time to catch his expression when he says close your eyes. she smiles, nods once, and faces forward again - closing her eyes and letting the sway of the cart settle in her.
the song is magnificent, of course. she is not surprised by that. as soon as he begins to sing, yennefer knows that he is a great talent, widely known, respected. she feels, suddenly, a bit out of place - being friends, with someone like this. sitting on a cart in some magical land and hearing a ballad worthy of royalty. she takes a breath and lets the imagery take her away, down the path of the mountain, to the man with fire in his veins. she can see kylo, as she has met him in this very place, and the music takes her, sweeps her up and takes her away
the cart hits a divot in the road, only a slight bump, but yennefer is so lost in the music that she feels off-set. her hand reaches out, passing by the wolf and settling, instead, on julian's knee. just for a moment to right herself. ]