[ His skin tingles where her fingers glide over him. He's relaxed in a way he seldom is. ]
If you want to call it that. [ His answer is unhurried. He makes no move to retrieve it with any haste. Only when the position of his leg forces him to shift his weight regardless does he finally roll onto his other side and reach beneath the bed for a small leather pouch.
He lays back on the bed and places it between them. Ingredients, as she requested. They are portioned into small jars, vials, and tins—a collection of herbs and monster bits he's gathered throughout the month. There is, equally, a few jars not obtained by his hand but rather a friend. The handwriting labelling those are distinctly more feminine than the rest.
As she surmised: not the most sentimental of gifts. He might occasionally have his whimsy—little carvings here or there—but they never end up in Yennefer's hands as they did his other lovers, not even in their long dreamlike decades together. Perhaps it simply feels as though the depth between them goes beyond such gestures.
There were many letters, however. ]
Nadine Cross passed a few items along. [ Up until a few weeks ago, neither he nor Nadine realized the connection between them. He supposes that's no surprise when it comes to they three, private as they are. ]
Said she owed you one. [ His lips curl into a tease. ] I didn't know the great sorceress of Thorne herself was making friends.
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If you want to call it that. [ His answer is unhurried. He makes no move to retrieve it with any haste. Only when the position of his leg forces him to shift his weight regardless does he finally roll onto his other side and reach beneath the bed for a small leather pouch.
He lays back on the bed and places it between them. Ingredients, as she requested. They are portioned into small jars, vials, and tins—a collection of herbs and monster bits he's gathered throughout the month. There is, equally, a few jars not obtained by his hand but rather a friend. The handwriting labelling those are distinctly more feminine than the rest.
As she surmised: not the most sentimental of gifts. He might occasionally have his whimsy—little carvings here or there—but they never end up in Yennefer's hands as they did his other lovers, not even in their long dreamlike decades together. Perhaps it simply feels as though the depth between them goes beyond such gestures.
There were many letters, however. ]
Nadine Cross passed a few items along. [ Up until a few weeks ago, neither he nor Nadine realized the connection between them. He supposes that's no surprise when it comes to they three, private as they are. ]
Said she owed you one. [ His lips curl into a tease. ] I didn't know the great sorceress of Thorne herself was making friends.