[ she knows he is in pain - it is written through her, whether by memory or observation alone. she had watched each strike the queen had made against him, and each stretch grigory had made. some part of her has it written in her very body, the pain he must be in, the worry he may or may not have found a healer. yennefer wants to run her fingers over it, to stitch him up with a simple brush of fingertips (not to remind him of her use, not to use her power so that he remembers she's worth more around than thrown away). but she doesn't. she won't. she knows him too well, knows he wouldn't want her to.
despite it all, geralt does ease down next to her. does look at her with those same golden eyes, that same creased brow. she nearly breaks under it, under the weight of what both goes unsaid, and is spoken, between them. everything is difficult, everything is weighty, between their first fight when she'd appeared bloodied and uncertain, to the horizon, to this even now.
he offers her truthful reassurances. that they are here, that they are together. and yennefer flashes a kind of smile up towards him - honest, even in its hesitancy. small, in a way only geralt has really seen. she leans forward to press another kiss to his lips, gentle but wanting, soft and unhurried, before he lays back to face him. ]
I know. [ she won't say anything about how they're still half a continent away from each other, how they might feel like they can touch, they can kiss, they can hold - but the reality is far different. she had used the last chance she had to touch him on a desperate hope to keep them safe, to keep ciri safe, and she does not regret it. won't let herself.
instead, yennefer scoots just a bit closer. sets her hands on his chest, and then runs them down the fabric of what he wears. her eyes flash between his lips to his eyes, curious and thoughtful. being with him always excites her, always makes her feel young, no matter the years that weight on them both. ] Ciri told me that I teach her about her magic, later on. That our paths haven't diverged yet. That even we cannot rid ourselves of each other.
[ maybe it's not the sexiest topic to bring up while they're facing each other in her bed, but yennefer can't quite shake herself of that feeling. of a future, of them. of geralt, and her, and something she can look forward to. she has plans for her hands to drive further downward, to start on his trousers, to start getting closer, but her hands come across a familiar object. something she knows well, something she's seen above her many other nights - but different, this time. her fingers wrap around his pendant, drawing out the second on behind it - breaking what had nearly been another long, languid kiss to take a look at what she procures, and stilling once she sees it. ]
This. [ her eyes are on her pendant, on her trinket another version of her had left for him. for someone special. settled comfortably, almost perfectly, behind the copy of his witcher pendant - the one she'd had asked ronan for. the one she'd gone out of her way to make sure he received. yennefer's yes go from the the two, between her fingers back to his face. his expression. ] Is this...?
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despite it all, geralt does ease down next to her. does look at her with those same golden eyes, that same creased brow. she nearly breaks under it, under the weight of what both goes unsaid, and is spoken, between them. everything is difficult, everything is weighty, between their first fight when she'd appeared bloodied and uncertain, to the horizon, to this even now.
he offers her truthful reassurances. that they are here, that they are together. and yennefer flashes a kind of smile up towards him - honest, even in its hesitancy. small, in a way only geralt has really seen. she leans forward to press another kiss to his lips, gentle but wanting, soft and unhurried, before he lays back to face him. ]
I know. [ she won't say anything about how they're still half a continent away from each other, how they might feel like they can touch, they can kiss, they can hold - but the reality is far different. she had used the last chance she had to touch him on a desperate hope to keep them safe, to keep ciri safe, and she does not regret it. won't let herself.
instead, yennefer scoots just a bit closer. sets her hands on his chest, and then runs them down the fabric of what he wears. her eyes flash between his lips to his eyes, curious and thoughtful. being with him always excites her, always makes her feel young, no matter the years that weight on them both. ] Ciri told me that I teach her about her magic, later on. That our paths haven't diverged yet. That even we cannot rid ourselves of each other.
[ maybe it's not the sexiest topic to bring up while they're facing each other in her bed, but yennefer can't quite shake herself of that feeling. of a future, of them. of geralt, and her, and something she can look forward to. she has plans for her hands to drive further downward, to start on his trousers, to start getting closer, but her hands come across a familiar object. something she knows well, something she's seen above her many other nights - but different, this time. her fingers wrap around his pendant, drawing out the second on behind it - breaking what had nearly been another long, languid kiss to take a look at what she procures, and stilling once she sees it. ]
This. [ her eyes are on her pendant, on her trinket another version of her had left for him. for someone special. settled comfortably, almost perfectly, behind the copy of his witcher pendant - the one she'd had asked ronan for. the one she'd gone out of her way to make sure he received. yennefer's yes go from the the two, between her fingers back to his face. his expression. ] Is this...?