[ A small smile tugs on the corner of his lips—a genuine, open expression seldom seen on him. He leans into her touch. It would be better, perhaps, to see her in person under the sunlight, but this will do. This will more than do. He wraps his fingers around her slim wrists, holding her hands there against his chest.
It is hardly the end of their troubles. He worries for her in Nott. He does not know if it will be like when he escaped or when the others fled in the past—abandoned once out of sight—or if the castle will try to search for her. Can they still be tracked? Has that magic faded after all this time, after this world has made them each a little more than they were when they arrived?
Still. Despite his concerns, he feels lighter. He's always hated the way the clutches of court held her.
By the flickering lamplight, his eyes take on a distinct glow. She might find the shine familiar, a remnant of their centuries ahead not yet lived. The only true change beyond the scrapes and bruises he frequently carries with him, and a healing burn up the length of his arm. He knows Jaskier bears a few feathers now. Ciri, a sheen to her hair. He wonders what it is Yennefer must've returned with. Or has she been spared more gifts from the monolith? ]
Mm. You know me. [ He's usually some degree of all right, so long as his family are safe. And at the moment, they are. They're together, unharmed. Facing this shit with the kingdoms as best they can.
He runs his thumb over the back of her knuckles. ] Shall we?
[ He'd like to fuck off someplace they can speak freely. Where he can have her to himself. ]
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It is hardly the end of their troubles. He worries for her in Nott. He does not know if it will be like when he escaped or when the others fled in the past—abandoned once out of sight—or if the castle will try to search for her. Can they still be tracked? Has that magic faded after all this time, after this world has made them each a little more than they were when they arrived?
Still. Despite his concerns, he feels lighter. He's always hated the way the clutches of court held her.
By the flickering lamplight, his eyes take on a distinct glow. She might find the shine familiar, a remnant of their centuries ahead not yet lived. The only true change beyond the scrapes and bruises he frequently carries with him, and a healing burn up the length of his arm. He knows Jaskier bears a few feathers now. Ciri, a sheen to her hair. He wonders what it is Yennefer must've returned with. Or has she been spared more gifts from the monolith? ]
Mm. You know me. [ He's usually some degree of all right, so long as his family are safe. And at the moment, they are. They're together, unharmed. Facing this shit with the kingdoms as best they can.
He runs his thumb over the back of her knuckles. ] Shall we?
[ He'd like to fuck off someplace they can speak freely. Where he can have her to himself. ]