[ yennefer doesn't need to see the expression of it, can feel the swell of emotion in the very air. it is why yennefer holds the tightened grip around wanda's hand even now. it is another moment before yennefer decides what it is she wants to tell her, how she won't say even now? or how can you say that? she knows it is still recent for her, having her own chaos back, and that she can't quite empathize with the idea of wishing her magic gone so soon after she just got it back, but-
well. she does know the feeling, at the very least.
it's why with her free hand, she takes wanda's fingers - draws them up her other hand to her wrist, to the scars that remain there even now. yennefer continues to hold wanda's eyes, refusing to let them fall away as she runs wanda's fingers over and across the raised skin. ]
When I was first taken away and forced into my studies, I hadn't wanted it. Not that life, not that power, none of it. I tried to take control in the only way I knew how, but I failed.
[ she recalls even now, the despair she'd felt when she awoke that morning to tissaia standing over her bed. the hatred, the fury, and the simple fact of her own helplessness in such matters. it is something to this day yennefer feels she carries with her, the staunch refusal to ever be that powerless again.
they are not normal, and while yennefer may or may not believe destiny has any say about it, she can't imagine a world where either she or wanda had ever been. doesn't know if she would want to, even if she could. after another moment, yennefer does finally let go of wanda's hands, lifting her palms to the other witch's cheeks and brushing her thumbs along lines where no tears have fallen. ]
My sisters are the reason I am who I am. I cannot change whatever it was that witch did, but I can teach you what I know, as long as I can hope for the same from you. There is no real end to our studies, but you are not alone here. Not in this.
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well. she does know the feeling, at the very least.
it's why with her free hand, she takes wanda's fingers - draws them up her other hand to her wrist, to the scars that remain there even now. yennefer continues to hold wanda's eyes, refusing to let them fall away as she runs wanda's fingers over and across the raised skin. ]
When I was first taken away and forced into my studies, I hadn't wanted it. Not that life, not that power, none of it. I tried to take control in the only way I knew how, but I failed.
[ she recalls even now, the despair she'd felt when she awoke that morning to tissaia standing over her bed. the hatred, the fury, and the simple fact of her own helplessness in such matters. it is something to this day yennefer feels she carries with her, the staunch refusal to ever be that powerless again.
they are not normal, and while yennefer may or may not believe destiny has any say about it, she can't imagine a world where either she or wanda had ever been. doesn't know if she would want to, even if she could. after another moment, yennefer does finally let go of wanda's hands, lifting her palms to the other witch's cheeks and brushing her thumbs along lines where no tears have fallen. ]
My sisters are the reason I am who I am. I cannot change whatever it was that witch did, but I can teach you what I know, as long as I can hope for the same from you. There is no real end to our studies, but you are not alone here. Not in this.