[ He knows. When he left her tent that first night—that first night they had in too fucking long—he'd felt the questions settle again in the cold spaces left behind where she had held him. He thinks it must've been the same for her; they've both had their regrets about each other, their doubts. But each time he returns and she's here, still letting him in, he leaves with fewer and fewer questions. He's starting to believe, maybe he can see a time when they'll part with no questions at all.
There are none now while she's kissing him. He cradles her face with both hands, leans into her. Her lipstick is a hint sweet on his tongue. The world outside fades, receding. His thoughts quiet until there's nothing but the way she relaxes into him.
It's what he needs. He's here for her, but he's here for himself, too. To find that place where he isn't pulled under his sleepless nights. Because it's been better, and for the most part only those closest to him can tell he remains altogether not himself, but he's. It's easy still for him to feel unsteady. Except when they're here, together. Funny, when it used to be that she was the reason he was so off balance. Now he's found himself reaching for her to find his center. (Her and Jaskier both.)
He parts to catch his breath. Runs his tongue over his lips, and slowly opens his eyes. There's a small curl of a smile on his face. He's glad, that's all. That despite everything, she's safe. As safe as any of them can be in this damn place. ]
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There are none now while she's kissing him. He cradles her face with both hands, leans into her. Her lipstick is a hint sweet on his tongue. The world outside fades, receding. His thoughts quiet until there's nothing but the way she relaxes into him.
It's what he needs. He's here for her, but he's here for himself, too. To find that place where he isn't pulled under his sleepless nights. Because it's been better, and for the most part only those closest to him can tell he remains altogether not himself, but he's. It's easy still for him to feel unsteady. Except when they're here, together. Funny, when it used to be that she was the reason he was so off balance. Now he's found himself reaching for her to find his center. (Her and Jaskier both.)
He parts to catch his breath. Runs his tongue over his lips, and slowly opens his eyes. There's a small curl of a smile on his face. He's glad, that's all. That despite everything, she's safe. As safe as any of them can be in this damn place. ]