[ When she leans into him, he feels a coil around his heart loosen, unwinding. He breathes out. Is it reassurance he's seeking? He isn't sure. He just knows...there are warnings, words (you didn't want to lose her but you will), he cannot shake. The look in Ciri's eyes when she questioned him. He keeps grasping this thing between them, this thread that is thin but has held firm, and sometimes—mostly when they're apart again, when he's alone and can't sleep and the memories linger—he wonders if he's right to hang onto it so tightly.
But then he comes here, and she peers up at him like that, like she's finally no longer afraid to let herself believe in what they can have, and he thinks: he can let himself believe it, too. It's an inexplicable force, is it not? How easy it is to let yourself believe, when you let it happen at last. How easy it is to sink so deep.
You won't. His gaze lowers, drifting over her face, before returning to her eyes. He can see it, the aching way in which she looks at him, as though she's almost afraid he'll turn her away right here, even after everything. It's enough. He knows, doesn't he? That no matter what, she will not do anything that will jeopardize Ciri, and that includes what might be brewing in Thorne under her influence.
Slowly, he leans in, until his lips brush hers. He believes her. He wants her to know that, and he wants her to know that she can trust him, too, to be here if or when she needs him. That it isn't only for Ciri or the sake of what they're doing that she'll find him ready. ]
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But then he comes here, and she peers up at him like that, like she's finally no longer afraid to let herself believe in what they can have, and he thinks: he can let himself believe it, too. It's an inexplicable force, is it not? How easy it is to let yourself believe, when you let it happen at last. How easy it is to sink so deep.
You won't. His gaze lowers, drifting over her face, before returning to her eyes. He can see it, the aching way in which she looks at him, as though she's almost afraid he'll turn her away right here, even after everything. It's enough. He knows, doesn't he? That no matter what, she will not do anything that will jeopardize Ciri, and that includes what might be brewing in Thorne under her influence.
Slowly, he leans in, until his lips brush hers. He believes her. He wants her to know that, and he wants her to know that she can trust him, too, to be here if or when she needs him. That it isn't only for Ciri or the sake of what they're doing that she'll find him ready. ]