[ The last time she'd smiled at him, it'd been shadowed by the knowledge of what was missing. Of her absent past. Here, finally, he sees it without any of that. It's just Yennefer, yielding to him, and it no longer feels so fragile as it once had, this thing between them.
(Part of him is still afraid, though. To want this much.)
He knows it's not ever so simple. Not ever so easy. He knows when he leaves this plane, he will not be free from what haunts him and neither will she. That's not how it works. The regrets and hurts will linger, always. But there are small moments they can have, where they can start to move on; he'll take them where he can, when he can. Isn't that the best they can hope for? For a chance to keep moving along their paths, together? His thumb traces down to her jaw, her chin, tilting it up for more. He breaks apart only when he feels the chair digging into places not near comfortable.
He breathes out. His eyebrow lifts. ]
How's your bed? [ Nicer than what he has out there, he's sure. ]
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(Part of him is still afraid, though. To want this much.)
He knows it's not ever so simple. Not ever so easy. He knows when he leaves this plane, he will not be free from what haunts him and neither will she. That's not how it works. The regrets and hurts will linger, always. But there are small moments they can have, where they can start to move on; he'll take them where he can, when he can. Isn't that the best they can hope for? For a chance to keep moving along their paths, together? His thumb traces down to her jaw, her chin, tilting it up for more. He breaks apart only when he feels the chair digging into places not near comfortable.
He breathes out. His eyebrow lifts. ]
How's your bed? [ Nicer than what he has out there, he's sure. ]