[ constants, that she supposes some part of her should prepared to see the end of. yennefer had very little in her life that she ever kept, so little she allowed herself, knowing that some day it would be stripped from her. she should have planned for this day, had something built and prepared for when it all came tumbling down. should have had a plan to take those with her, when their time came.
instead, she watches istredd and knows the corner he finds himself. knows the responsibility he takes for himself, alone, no matter who else he might be among in the castle. it feels familiar, somehow, knowing there are other summoned and other people and yet here, in this space and with him, they all fall away. his lips press to her knuckles and she can only watch him as he does, tries to memorize the lines of his face, remembers who they had once been and all that they have traversed to be here. ]
They're all the same, to some degree. Royals. [ it's an attempt at humor, a kind of sharp, judgemental, familiar tone. it's meant to hide her real worry, her distrust of the entire ordeal and whatever calm istredd might be finding for himself there. she knows he isn't stupid, as much as she might argue otherwise, but-
gods. it's hard to even imagine him down there. hard to imagine that this is any place that might have found themselves. she watches as his mind works, knowing that the question would be one he would have to consider, and with his answer she finds herself humming. ]
It's hard to imagine anyone on this continent ignoring us, or the Singularity, considering recent events. [ a beat, a moment where yennefer considers all the questions she's wanted to ask, but had been too angry to voice, before she lets out another breath. ] And what of his wife?
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instead, she watches istredd and knows the corner he finds himself. knows the responsibility he takes for himself, alone, no matter who else he might be among in the castle. it feels familiar, somehow, knowing there are other summoned and other people and yet here, in this space and with him, they all fall away. his lips press to her knuckles and she can only watch him as he does, tries to memorize the lines of his face, remembers who they had once been and all that they have traversed to be here. ]
They're all the same, to some degree. Royals. [ it's an attempt at humor, a kind of sharp, judgemental, familiar tone. it's meant to hide her real worry, her distrust of the entire ordeal and whatever calm istredd might be finding for himself there. she knows he isn't stupid, as much as she might argue otherwise, but-
gods. it's hard to even imagine him down there. hard to imagine that this is any place that might have found themselves. she watches as his mind works, knowing that the question would be one he would have to consider, and with his answer she finds herself humming. ]
It's hard to imagine anyone on this continent ignoring us, or the Singularity, considering recent events. [ a beat, a moment where yennefer considers all the questions she's wanted to ask, but had been too angry to voice, before she lets out another breath. ] And what of his wife?