[ Her grip gentles, but she holds on like that for a while, face buried in the space between her arm and the side of Geralt's neck. For a few moments, that is all that matters. For a few moments, they are quiet, only breathing. Ciri closes her eyes and lets the weight of it settle like a blanket around her. Belonging.
When she pulls back, Ciri dabs at her wet eyelashes with a knuckle as she readjusts how she's sitting to a more comfortable position for both of them, perched on the edge of the bed. She tucks one knee up to face him better, other foot on the floor. Meeting Geralt's eyes again almost feels like too much.
But she hadn't expected him to apologize.
Ciri's eyes widen, caught up for a breath in the expression on Geralt's face. It makes her want to shove him and hug him again in equal measure. ]
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When she pulls back, Ciri dabs at her wet eyelashes with a knuckle as she readjusts how she's sitting to a more comfortable position for both of them, perched on the edge of the bed. She tucks one knee up to face him better, other foot on the floor. Meeting Geralt's eyes again almost feels like too much.
But she hadn't expected him to apologize.
Ciri's eyes widen, caught up for a breath in the expression on Geralt's face. It makes her want to shove him and hug him again in equal measure. ]
I know why you didn't.