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.
[ 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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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.