[ the kiss feels a little like satisfaction, like completion, like a coming together. yennefer is well aware of the feeling that her godhood supplies her, what it means when she successful brings back together pieces, provides a direction, allows for the process to happen. and some days it is not as simple, rebirth very rarely is, but where the herald meets brother dirt always feels a little different. not easy, never easy, but more satisfying.
around them the wind continues, the dirt and sand sparking colors, sparking light. she smiles where their lips meet, feeling the birth of stars, of universes, of everything else he encompasses come to pass. the first time that she helped river learn what this meant, how this magic needed to happen, it felt a bit like this - a pulse, a tidal wave, of cosmic energy. it had been near-world shattering, when river had tapped into it all those cycles ago, but now yennefer has learned its pulses, its waves, its pattern. she knows what is easy, for cassian. knows why he acts the way he acts and behaves the way he behaves, a cycle that continues over and over and over again.
but that cycle always leads him here, in the end. drawn in by her powers, perhaps, or maybe something else - threads woven that keep them tied, no matter how often he meets oblivion, no matter how often his sister pieces him back together again.
he hungers for her in these moments, and she revels in it - in the feeling of him wanting her, in the feeling it brings when they collide. she knows the reason that his hunger can't be sated, knows the danger in them coming together always brings, but she can't ever really drag herself from it. not when she knows, in these beginning moments, how far they are from that danger.
they have time, and as their kiss is broken, only for his lips to find her face, her neck, yennefer leans into it, into him, humming content under the attention. ]
I'm sure you can make it up to me. [ her fingers card through the hair on the back of his head, finding purchase, feeling him. ] Though perhaps somewhere else.
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around them the wind continues, the dirt and sand sparking colors, sparking light. she smiles where their lips meet, feeling the birth of stars, of universes, of everything else he encompasses come to pass. the first time that she helped river learn what this meant, how this magic needed to happen, it felt a bit like this - a pulse, a tidal wave, of cosmic energy. it had been near-world shattering, when river had tapped into it all those cycles ago, but now yennefer has learned its pulses, its waves, its pattern. she knows what is easy, for cassian. knows why he acts the way he acts and behaves the way he behaves, a cycle that continues over and over and over again.
but that cycle always leads him here, in the end. drawn in by her powers, perhaps, or maybe something else - threads woven that keep them tied, no matter how often he meets oblivion, no matter how often his sister pieces him back together again.
he hungers for her in these moments, and she revels in it - in the feeling of him wanting her, in the feeling it brings when they collide. she knows the reason that his hunger can't be sated, knows the danger in them coming together always brings, but she can't ever really drag herself from it. not when she knows, in these beginning moments, how far they are from that danger.
they have time, and as their kiss is broken, only for his lips to find her face, her neck, yennefer leans into it, into him, humming content under the attention. ]
I'm sure you can make it up to me. [ her fingers card through the hair on the back of his head, finding purchase, feeling him. ] Though perhaps somewhere else.