Who: yennefer + others When: july Where: nott + nocwich What: after the events of the coup and yennefer's escape to nott, she is making due in what she suspects will be her new normal. Warnings: will update if needed.
[ Mm. That would be consistent with how the kingdom operates, he supposes. As far as he knows, John has little to do with the royals and that appears to be how he preferred it. Patrolling the streets and being with his men. Geralt would not deny he'd feel better with John elsewhere, but he understands the need for the familiarity. And Thorne would be far more familiar to John than the Free Cities.
Still. He intends to speak to John about it. So that John can at least have a choice. ]
At the Masquerade. Amongst the Fey. I saw his true face a few weeks later. [ He curls a lock of dark hair around his finger. ] I think I made him nervous.
[ Not because he was a Witcher but because of something far more mundane.
His lips quirk. He gives her hair a gentle tug. ] Have I made you curious?
[ yennefer hums, remembering the masquerade. remember the freedom the masks had given them all, but particularly how much she'd felt it. it had been a good night, all things considered, though the memory of others who she'd attended the event with is suddenly heavier in her chest than it was a moment ago.
I think I made him nervous geralt says, and yennefer's lips turn up, thinking she perhaps knows what it is geralt is referring to. at the tug, yennefer looks up at him, sees the quirk of his own mouth. it is warm, in this room. warm curled up against his side on this threadbare bed.
she sets a hand on his chest, taps with one finger over his heart. ]
I'm always curious as to who makes it in here. [ she is teasing, though only partially. ] And we don't generally have many opportunities to talk about them.
[ It had been a good night. One that fell apart not long after in the hunting woods but perhaps that was only to be expected. They've never been spectacular at keeping things good. This time, it may be different. Geralt should like to think so. It feels different, and it is in part the conversation they are having.
He has seldom spoken to Yennefer about the other parts of his life. She hasn't, either. They've stayed so separate from one another.
He smiles. He wants to wave away her implication, but he doesn't. Instead, he says: ] Then shall I talk about you next?
[ He doesn't wait for her to answer. ]
He's a good man. [ His lips twist wryly. ] A little too good.
[ He does not mean for him; those are not the types of thoughts that Geralt has. He means too good for the world they live in. For the circumstances they find themselves in. ]
[ most of their good nights did no last, just as most of their safe days ended. yennefer had gotten used to those changes, those shifts in their tides. something about this feels different, but she also isn't quite sure yet if it is something she can depend on.
for now - she knows that they have this night. that she has him, in this night. for however long it will last.
he smiles, and she does in turn, the feeling warm and full in her chest. ] You can, if you'd like. I won't stop you.
[ a good man. yennefer...doesn't snort, exactly, but there is something knowing in the sound she makes. a little too good. the two of them have lived too much life and swam through too much shit to forget where too good of people generally end up.
still, there is a kind of pause in him when he says that, and yennefer knows what he doesn't say. ]
[ Frankly, he had not asked nor wondered, which is perhaps a fact Yennefer will not find unusual for Geralt. He seldom wastes his time digging for what he deems frivolous information and for him, it had never made any difference whether John was in Thorne for a month or a year when they met.
Though he does know John was not there for the abductions. (For which he is thankful.) He also knows he first saw John in the Feywilds. That places his arrival somewhere mid-spring of the year before. ]
I'm not sure you'd like him, [ he muses, a playful edge to his tone. ] He might be too courteous for your tastes. Not nearly coarse enough.
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Still. He intends to speak to John about it. So that John can at least have a choice. ]
At the Masquerade. Amongst the Fey. I saw his true face a few weeks later. [ He curls a lock of dark hair around his finger. ] I think I made him nervous.
[ Not because he was a Witcher but because of something far more mundane.
His lips quirk. He gives her hair a gentle tug. ] Have I made you curious?
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I think I made him nervous geralt says, and yennefer's lips turn up, thinking she perhaps knows what it is geralt is referring to. at the tug, yennefer looks up at him, sees the quirk of his own mouth. it is warm, in this room. warm curled up against his side on this threadbare bed.
she sets a hand on his chest, taps with one finger over his heart. ]
I'm always curious as to who makes it in here. [ she is teasing, though only partially. ] And we don't generally have many opportunities to talk about them.
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He has seldom spoken to Yennefer about the other parts of his life. She hasn't, either. They've stayed so separate from one another.
He smiles. He wants to wave away her implication, but he doesn't. Instead, he says: ] Then shall I talk about you next?
[ He doesn't wait for her to answer. ]
He's a good man. [ His lips twist wryly. ] A little too good.
[ He does not mean for him; those are not the types of thoughts that Geralt has. He means too good for the world they live in. For the circumstances they find themselves in. ]
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for now - she knows that they have this night. that she has him, in this night. for however long it will last.
he smiles, and she does in turn, the feeling warm and full in her chest. ] You can, if you'd like. I won't stop you.
[ a good man. yennefer...doesn't snort, exactly, but there is something knowing in the sound she makes. a little too good. the two of them have lived too much life and swam through too much shit to forget where too good of people generally end up.
still, there is a kind of pause in him when he says that, and yennefer knows what he doesn't say. ]
How long has he been in the castle?
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[ Frankly, he had not asked nor wondered, which is perhaps a fact Yennefer will not find unusual for Geralt. He seldom wastes his time digging for what he deems frivolous information and for him, it had never made any difference whether John was in Thorne for a month or a year when they met.
Though he does know John was not there for the abductions. (For which he is thankful.) He also knows he first saw John in the Feywilds. That places his arrival somewhere mid-spring of the year before. ]
I'm not sure you'd like him, [ he muses, a playful edge to his tone. ] He might be too courteous for your tastes. Not nearly coarse enough.