[ he is not the only one who is thinking of those words, who hears them just like wind through the tent. you didn't want to lose her, but you will. and she remembers what she said, in response. angry, upset, with tears in her eyes and a sharp pain in her chest. he already has. she remembers the adamance in which she'd said it, remembers how much she'd wanted him to hurt, at the words, just as she'd felt in the moment. in many ways, she wonders if those words will ever leave them. if what she said, if what he did, if what passed between them could ever really go away.
and yet the thread remains. pulled taut, or left loose, sometimes knotted, sometimes free. she'd felt it even that night in sodden, too. felt it even in the dungeons in thorne - almost in spite of the way she'd exploded at him.
it feels a bit like whiplash. having the years behind both of them to compare to, knowing that even just months before she'd felt so different, and yet here - in this tent, in the horizon, with geralt - she doesn't feel like she has any reason to hesitate. doesn't feel like she needs to lean away from how geralt, doesn't feel any pressure to put that space. his eyes are on her and she waits for him to see it.
slowly, he leans in to kiss her, and yennefer's eyes follow him. watch, as his lips brush against her's. watch, as she leans just that much closer to him in return. he knows, doesn't he? that yes, she won't do anything that will put ciri in any sort of harm. that she would do anything for her, and that the decisions she's made have been for her.
but more than that, more than ciri, yennefer wants him to know she is here. here, with him. that what matters to her most in this moment is that he knows it's him he's here for. that she trusts enough to be here, and to let him in, and to come back again. as they pull away, it is yennefer who leans forward the second time. to more firmly press her lips back to his. to finally, finally, let her eyes fall closed and let out a breath. content. comfortable. ]
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and yet the thread remains. pulled taut, or left loose, sometimes knotted, sometimes free. she'd felt it even that night in sodden, too. felt it even in the dungeons in thorne - almost in spite of the way she'd exploded at him.
it feels a bit like whiplash. having the years behind both of them to compare to, knowing that even just months before she'd felt so different, and yet here - in this tent, in the horizon, with geralt - she doesn't feel like she has any reason to hesitate. doesn't feel like she needs to lean away from how geralt, doesn't feel any pressure to put that space. his eyes are on her and she waits for him to see it.
slowly, he leans in to kiss her, and yennefer's eyes follow him. watch, as his lips brush against her's. watch, as she leans just that much closer to him in return. he knows, doesn't he? that yes, she won't do anything that will put ciri in any sort of harm. that she would do anything for her, and that the decisions she's made have been for her.
but more than that, more than ciri, yennefer wants him to know she is here. here, with him. that what matters to her most in this moment is that he knows it's him he's here for. that she trusts enough to be here, and to let him in, and to come back again. as they pull away, it is yennefer who leans forward the second time. to more firmly press her lips back to his. to finally, finally, let her eyes fall closed and let out a breath. content. comfortable. ]