[ he teases her, and it widens her smile that much more. the ease of it, the way his lips part, the way she catches a glimpse of the sharp edge of his teeth. it pulls her towards him, arching her body closer. again, that feeling surges through her. light, young, warm, safe- in so many ways she hasn't felt in a long time. ] I'm not certain. Why don't you do something to find out?
[ if anyone would know, it would be him, the glimpses of her he's seen that no one else has. istredd would have been the closest other who would have any idea of what she could be, who she is, but even then istredd was only ever there for another version of her. the version that did not know her power, did not know her strength, and when she had gone back to him the way she was now, he had turned her away.
that is probably, probably, the reason it takes yennefer so long to come to her answer. probably why she needs the moment to see the pendant, to know of its direct connection with another her, a softer her, a her that did not exist any more (and might never had in the first place), and for geralt to be with her now. wanting that. wanting her, sharp edges and feral reactions and everything else. him, wearing that now, feels a bit like an acceptance. of all of her, or maybe just more than she's felt like she's ever shown one person. more than she's ever given one person to know.
i'm glad, too he says, and yennefer thinks she feels it. the making of space, the opening up, for him to have. the sliding in, of the space he makes for her. this is what she's been wanting. this is what she's been missing. this.
( there is a hope in her that she won't give credence to, a hope she doesn't want to voice. that maybe it's been him, this whole time, that could fill that hole. maybe it was never having a baby at all. maybe... )
geralt sits up on one hand and leans over to kiss her, and yennefer feels him inhale, slowly. she smiles into the kiss when she notices it, knowing that he's breathing her in, the scent of her that he knows, that he carries with him, even in his horizon domain. she pulls him down over her just to feel the weight of him, to feel him, in whatever way this space allows them. her hands travel from his face to his neck, then down across his shoulders, just wanting to touch. ]
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[ if anyone would know, it would be him, the glimpses of her he's seen that no one else has. istredd would have been the closest other who would have any idea of what she could be, who she is, but even then istredd was only ever there for another version of her. the version that did not know her power, did not know her strength, and when she had gone back to him the way she was now, he had turned her away.
that is probably, probably, the reason it takes yennefer so long to come to her answer. probably why she needs the moment to see the pendant, to know of its direct connection with another her, a softer her, a her that did not exist any more (and might never had in the first place), and for geralt to be with her now. wanting that. wanting her, sharp edges and feral reactions and everything else. him, wearing that now, feels a bit like an acceptance. of all of her, or maybe just more than she's felt like she's ever shown one person. more than she's ever given one person to know.
i'm glad, too he says, and yennefer thinks she feels it. the making of space, the opening up, for him to have. the sliding in, of the space he makes for her. this is what she's been wanting. this is what she's been missing. this.
( there is a hope in her that she won't give credence to, a hope she doesn't want to voice. that maybe it's been him, this whole time, that could fill that hole. maybe it was never having a baby at all. maybe... )
geralt sits up on one hand and leans over to kiss her, and yennefer feels him inhale, slowly. she smiles into the kiss when she notices it, knowing that he's breathing her in, the scent of her that he knows, that he carries with him, even in his horizon domain. she pulls him down over her just to feel the weight of him, to feel him, in whatever way this space allows them. her hands travel from his face to his neck, then down across his shoulders, just wanting to touch. ]