[ the visit in nott was too short, but considering how much had changed and how much was uncertain, it wasn't safe to linger. yennefer was relatively safe in nott, is relatively safe in nott, as it's a place that's easy to disappear in. she keeps her head down and doesn't make a scene and the people who live in the city are happy to let it all slide.
but that doesn't mean she is safe. that doesn't mean any of them are. her meeting with river in nott had been short by necessity, a release of tension, a confirmation they were both still breathing, and very little more. yennefer put in a lot of effort to make sure that they met in private, somewhere that whispers would not spread, would not find them.
it had been brief, it had not been enough, but it had felt a bit like yennefer could slip a rib back into place and take a full breath. when river had returned to the castle, when all of the following events occurred, it felt like nothing would be safe again. not really, not completely - and it's a feeling she is familiar enough with. one that, somehow, she can carry more easily than she had the image she wore in the castle walls.
the lives lived after a coup are always right on the edge of uncertainty - everything ready to be set off, kindling prepared for the flame. each day is a question of when the next step will be taken, when the next pillar will fall. they survived the attack on the castle, but what is next? what do they do, next? yennefer doesn't know, but the difference now is that it feels like she can do something about it. feels like maybe she can be herself, in it.
when they found that they were going to be given a portal to nocwich, yennefer had all but thrown herself through. she's found geralt, and all that followed after, but now she searches the square for faces - people, her people.
she catches sight of river only moments before the girl's body makes contact with yennefer's own. the force has yennefer stepping back to keep them both upright, but her arms are just as tight around river as river's are around her. ] Hello my darling girl. [ she presses kisses to the top of river's head, shifting around just so she can tuck some of rivers hair back off her face. ]
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but that doesn't mean she is safe. that doesn't mean any of them are. her meeting with river in nott had been short by necessity, a release of tension, a confirmation they were both still breathing, and very little more. yennefer put in a lot of effort to make sure that they met in private, somewhere that whispers would not spread, would not find them.
it had been brief, it had not been enough, but it had felt a bit like yennefer could slip a rib back into place and take a full breath. when river had returned to the castle, when all of the following events occurred, it felt like nothing would be safe again. not really, not completely - and it's a feeling she is familiar enough with. one that, somehow, she can carry more easily than she had the image she wore in the castle walls.
the lives lived after a coup are always right on the edge of uncertainty - everything ready to be set off, kindling prepared for the flame. each day is a question of when the next step will be taken, when the next pillar will fall. they survived the attack on the castle, but what is next? what do they do, next? yennefer doesn't know, but the difference now is that it feels like she can do something about it. feels like maybe she can be herself, in it.
when they found that they were going to be given a portal to nocwich, yennefer had all but thrown herself through. she's found geralt, and all that followed after, but now she searches the square for faces - people, her people.
she catches sight of river only moments before the girl's body makes contact with yennefer's own. the force has yennefer stepping back to keep them both upright, but her arms are just as tight around river as river's are around her. ] Hello my darling girl. [ she presses kisses to the top of river's head, shifting around just so she can tuck some of rivers hair back off her face. ]