[ She can barely remember a time where she found Geralt difficult to read. It's always been one of her talents, reading people — she knows that it was easy long before she had the powers of a god. Her foggy memories of a ball passed between them, of a bonfire with both of them drunk. He simply made sense to her, and much as she cannot remember a time before she could read or speak, he has always been an open book in her eyes.
Well, at least in person. Ironically, he has always been most difficult to decode through his writing. There's only so much to glean from the way he writes.
Her neck cranes up toward him, one hand on his cheek as she melts into his kiss. The flutter in her stomach has been present every time she has seen him for nearly all her life, and it still becomes frantic at every kiss; now it crashes around inside her as if doing backflips. ]
I did miss you. [ She murmurs softly against his lips, lifting her other arm to wrap them both around his shoulders. It has barely been a blink since she last saw him, not even half a year, but the length of time never matters. She always misses him when he isn't with her. Julie has just moved past when it was painful to miss him.
When she kisses him again, it's harder, her nails pressing into the back of his neck. ]
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Well, at least in person. Ironically, he has always been most difficult to decode through his writing. There's only so much to glean from the way he writes.
Her neck cranes up toward him, one hand on his cheek as she melts into his kiss. The flutter in her stomach has been present every time she has seen him for nearly all her life, and it still becomes frantic at every kiss; now it crashes around inside her as if doing backflips. ]
I did miss you. [ She murmurs softly against his lips, lifting her other arm to wrap them both around his shoulders. It has barely been a blink since she last saw him, not even half a year, but the length of time never matters. She always misses him when he isn't with her. Julie has just moved past when it was painful to miss him.
When she kisses him again, it's harder, her nails pressing into the back of his neck. ]