[ good she says, and yennefer feels like she sees the queen more now, in that one cold smile, than in any other moment in their exchange so far, this night or previous. yennefer focuses on that eye contact, on the focus the queen gives her. focuses on that attention rather than the face that turns to her.
she shouldn’t be surprised, that he whips around to face her. that there is something surprised and caught off-guard in his gold eyes. yennefer barely spares him a glance, a brief contact of violet eyes to gold, before she forces them away again. back to the queen, where yennefer nods.
( it is a full body chill that shoots through her, a shock, that she weaves back into the ever present electricity of her chaos. she will not look at him, she will not let it show. if he’s here, it’s a specific show for her, it’s a move chosen for her, and she won’t give the queen or grigory what they are looking for. ) ] I did, your highness, yes. And I’d be happy to assist. Once I’ve observed, of course.
[ yennefer’s eyes go to grigory, then. sharp, judging, heavy, watchful. there is a specific edge to her glare as she looks at him, like she sees everything he is going to do and has ever done. that sharp edge curls across her smile as she nods, tugs up on her skirts and steps up onto the steps, the dias, taking her place next to grigory with a kind of outward sky facing pride and settling into place.
she has been put here, and she acts the part of a happy, excited, prideful courtier who was given that position. nevermind, how her eyes drift to grigory’s hands, how she sees the vial of clear liquid he spreads across them. nevermind, how she glances back to the queen as she speaks, then to geralt - kneeling before them all. yennefer hears the word crude and then valuable, and it is a feat of great effort that she is able to hold her expression neutral and then pull it away from geralt towards the queen, and then grigory, before her eyes drift back to the witcher before them all.
yennefer does not react. she does not. she does watch, though, to see how it happens. to see exactly what it is grigory tries to do. tries, being the key word. ]
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she shouldn’t be surprised, that he whips around to face her. that there is something surprised and caught off-guard in his gold eyes. yennefer barely spares him a glance, a brief contact of violet eyes to gold, before she forces them away again. back to the queen, where yennefer nods.
( it is a full body chill that shoots through her, a shock, that she weaves back into the ever present electricity of her chaos. she will not look at him, she will not let it show. if he’s here, it’s a specific show for her, it’s a move chosen for her, and she won’t give the queen or grigory what they are looking for. ) ] I did, your highness, yes. And I’d be happy to assist. Once I’ve observed, of course.
[ yennefer’s eyes go to grigory, then. sharp, judging, heavy, watchful. there is a specific edge to her glare as she looks at him, like she sees everything he is going to do and has ever done. that sharp edge curls across her smile as she nods, tugs up on her skirts and steps up onto the steps, the dias, taking her place next to grigory with a kind of outward sky facing pride and settling into place.
she has been put here, and she acts the part of a happy, excited, prideful courtier who was given that position. nevermind, how her eyes drift to grigory’s hands, how she sees the vial of clear liquid he spreads across them. nevermind, how she glances back to the queen as she speaks, then to geralt - kneeling before them all. yennefer hears the word crude and then valuable, and it is a feat of great effort that she is able to hold her expression neutral and then pull it away from geralt towards the queen, and then grigory, before her eyes drift back to the witcher before them all.
yennefer does not react. she does not. she does watch, though, to see how it happens. to see exactly what it is grigory tries to do. tries, being the key word. ]