[ Hm. There she goes, prodding away. He isn't bothered, and it saves him the effort of having to explain precisely who and what is on his mind. Or why. Him indeed. Now that Yen's magic has returned, now that they are no longer so distant, he's sure she has felt the many people that circle his thoughts despite his claims otherwise.
Lately, however, he's found fewer reasons to pretend.
He studies the curve of her lips. ] He was injured in the attack.
[ John is all right, from what Geralt gathers, so he isn't especially worried about that. It is, he thinks, a much simpler desire than worry or fear or anything so terrible: he just wants to see the man. Perhaps he's drawn to the way John bares his heart so unlike anyone else Geralt has been with. It tugs on something within him he had not known could exist with...well, anybody, beyond maybe Ciri. He's grown accustomed to a certain distance, playful or otherwise, that permeates most of his relationships, no matter how close he grows to someone.
And because he cannot read her thoughts in return: ] Have you met?
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Lately, however, he's found fewer reasons to pretend.
He studies the curve of her lips. ] He was injured in the attack.
[ John is all right, from what Geralt gathers, so he isn't especially worried about that. It is, he thinks, a much simpler desire than worry or fear or anything so terrible: he just wants to see the man. Perhaps he's drawn to the way John bares his heart so unlike anyone else Geralt has been with. It tugs on something within him he had not known could exist with...well, anybody, beyond maybe Ciri. He's grown accustomed to a certain distance, playful or otherwise, that permeates most of his relationships, no matter how close he grows to someone.
And because he cannot read her thoughts in return: ] Have you met?