[ it would make sense- for them both to draw their own, but similar, conclusions. would make sense that they see the similarities in her.
they’ve each settled into something they could almost call a life, something they might almost consider theirs, were it not their understanding of how quickly these things could be taken from them. yennefer, in just the last week or so, has had much of what she would have considered her life striped from under her very feet, if not for the people. if not for her people.
(she chooses not to think of those she’s lost- of how even triss had once been here, nevermind the countless others they’ve watched disappear. it doesn’t help her, in this moment, to acknowledge the things they’ve lost, whether shared or separate. )
but yennefer does snort, at his words. here and there. she knows the truth, the things he doesn’t say. the breadth of what she assumes is his family, his group, his people. she watches him grow quiet even now, studies the likes of his jaw, his neck. their hands are intertwined, but she decides that isn’t quite close enough, shifting so that her head is set against his shoulder, her body pressed to his side. she feels, slow and low and deep beneath the surface, the casual beat of his heart. ]
You’re thinking of them, now. [ her voice is just as casual, just as lulled into their easy companionship. her eyes remain on their hands, and she sounds… relaxed.
it feels like this might be a first for them - talking about this, even when they’ve known otherwise for years. the other people in their circles, those they’ve let in. perhaps it isn’t fair, that she’s making the reach, the magic and presence of her in his thoughts something he must be used to even after their time apart. ] Him.
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they’ve each settled into something they could almost call a life, something they might almost consider theirs, were it not their understanding of how quickly these things could be taken from them. yennefer, in just the last week or so, has had much of what she would have considered her life striped from under her very feet, if not for the people. if not for her people.
(she chooses not to think of those she’s lost- of how even triss had once been here, nevermind the countless others they’ve watched disappear. it doesn’t help her, in this moment, to acknowledge the things they’ve lost, whether shared or separate. )
but yennefer does snort, at his words. here and there. she knows the truth, the things he doesn’t say. the breadth of what she assumes is his family, his group, his people. she watches him grow quiet even now, studies the likes of his jaw, his neck. their hands are intertwined, but she decides that isn’t quite close enough, shifting so that her head is set against his shoulder, her body pressed to his side. she feels, slow and low and deep beneath the surface, the casual beat of his heart. ]
You’re thinking of them, now. [ her voice is just as casual, just as lulled into their easy companionship. her eyes remain on their hands, and she sounds… relaxed.
it feels like this might be a first for them - talking about this, even when they’ve known otherwise for years. the other people in their circles, those they’ve let in. perhaps it isn’t fair, that she’s making the reach, the magic and presence of her in his thoughts something he must be used to even after their time apart. ] Him.