[ his head lifts to her, his hand on her hip, and yennefer watches the small smile spread across his face. small, barely there, but it’s geralt. geralt, who looks at her with those eyes. geralt, who smiles, and yennefer. can’t help but smile back. who can’t help but settle a bit more comfortably where she sits on his leg.
there is a moment where she wonders if it’s worth it - worth saying it, worth speaking aloud, worth breaking what she had always known what is between them to be. but maybe that is what this is all about. maybe that is why they’re here at all. to change that, to offer herself up to that unknown edge.
geralt’s lips turn up in a smile, a joke somewhere in that rough voice of his, and yennefer feels like she can laugh a bit, can smile. ]
I will always recognize you, Witcher. I don’t need your horse’s smell for that.
[ it’s the truth, which is probably the scariest part. he relaxes under her hands and she melts into the open spaces in turn, finds her place in the crevices he leaves open for her. with him. with this newfound agreement between them. it’s a new feeling, that she can be here and that she can just breathe, and that even with everything else that’s happened over the last two years - with the wish, with sodden, with what lies before them both and what will be ahead of them when they return to their paths - maybe, just maybe, they will at least have this.
he reaches up and runs his thumb across her cheek, and yennefer relaxes under it. under his hands. under his eyes. he looks up at her like maybe this can be enough, maybe she. and he, can be enough for now. (it won’t be, and she knows that - he has ciri, to protect and to keep and to watch over, and she…maybe she can too)
yennefer kisses him back, once their lips brush. soft, at first, accepting all the things he doesn’t say aloud, but also all that he offers in the kiss. she takes it, and then kisses back in kind, her hand moving to his cheek with a bit more that a gentle brush. she wants him to stay - here, with her, now. and that is what she says to him back, in her own kiss. the things she won’t say because she knows he doesn’t want to hear them, but also that he knows she won’t say aloud, anyway. ]
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there is a moment where she wonders if it’s worth it - worth saying it, worth speaking aloud, worth breaking what she had always known what is between them to be. but maybe that is what this is all about. maybe that is why they’re here at all. to change that, to offer herself up to that unknown edge.
geralt’s lips turn up in a smile, a joke somewhere in that rough voice of his, and yennefer feels like she can laugh a bit, can smile. ]
I will always recognize you, Witcher. I don’t need your horse’s smell for that.
[ it’s the truth, which is probably the scariest part. he relaxes under her hands and she melts into the open spaces in turn, finds her place in the crevices he leaves open for her. with him. with this newfound agreement between them. it’s a new feeling, that she can be here and that she can just breathe, and that even with everything else that’s happened over the last two years - with the wish, with sodden, with what lies before them both and what will be ahead of them when they return to their paths - maybe, just maybe, they will at least have this.
he reaches up and runs his thumb across her cheek, and yennefer relaxes under it. under his hands. under his eyes. he looks up at her like maybe this can be enough, maybe she. and he, can be enough for now. (it won’t be, and she knows that - he has ciri, to protect and to keep and to watch over, and she…maybe she can too)
yennefer kisses him back, once their lips brush. soft, at first, accepting all the things he doesn’t say aloud, but also all that he offers in the kiss. she takes it, and then kisses back in kind, her hand moving to his cheek with a bit more that a gentle brush. she wants him to stay - here, with her, now. and that is what she says to him back, in her own kiss. the things she won’t say because she knows he doesn’t want to hear them, but also that he knows she won’t say aloud, anyway. ]