[ OPEN / CLOSED ] i think i found a way to kill the sun

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: December
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Some catching up now that he's home
Warnings: Discussion of trauma; nsfw marked



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[gynvael]

[ Whether or not you believe me. It's not his intention to doubt her. It isn't. He wants nothing more than to trust her, to believe her, and he does. He just. Something lingers. Maybe it's simply too soon, this conversation. Maybe that's all it is. He's come here, to her, seen her for the first time since—all of that. And she might have healed his physical wounds, he can use the Horizon to heal them and ignore them but what has seeped and ripped into his mind remains. The rawness has not left him. It's just that he can...start to think about it now. Let himself feel it.

He lets her talk. His attention is fixed on her, taking in her words. They are not reassuring. He knows. He knows that the queen is acting of her own accord, he knows Relena was done in secret. He knows the queen is keeping her ploys quiet to avoid scrutiny from her people. He knows but it isn't the point. Because he wants the queen's attention on Yennefer no more than he wants it on Ciri. He did not agree for Yen to stay in Thorne so she can throw herself to the wolves instead. That is not—

His eyes close briefly before they open again. He does not want to part from her with a wall between them. Ciri trusts her. With her magic, her deepest secret. And more than that, he needs her. Yennefer. (He needs to believe she's among of the few he can turn to. He had turned to her. Back there, bleeding out on the ground. He knows she'd done what she had to. He wouldn't have wanted anything less.)

Her heart is steady. He can hear it. ]

I believe you. [ He sighs. Everything feels so fucked. Despite her gesture of healing earlier, some of the ache returns to him. ] Just be careful. You're important to me, too.

[vixening]

[ yennefer has not needed other's belief in her to push her way forward before. it's why she frames it the way she does - whether you believe me or not. because it hadn't mattered if she was believed. hadn't mattered if she was called insane, or impossible, or any combination of the two. she had done everything she had wanted, everything she had thought she could do, and there was very little that stood in her way.

geralt's belief in her, though. for some reason that matters. for some reason, it's worth building back up the foundation of those walls, collecting the materials just in case. she says whether or not, but still some part of her holds her breath, just to make sure. just in case. just...

i believe you. and yennefer lets out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. i believe you and any tension she'd been drawing in on herself is released. she turns, as if some part of her doesn't believe he's said it, to see geralt still there. on his side, facing her, wrapped up in her sheets. just be careful he adds. you're important to me too. yennefer feels herself pause at that, at the easy way the words filter through the air. at the way he just...says them. she knows her pendant is still there, knows that it is tucked behind his own. knows he's still wearing it even now. that this isn't the first time he's said it. and yet even still - that part of her she gave to him, that secret she'd offered up, turned back to face her...

yennefer moves, then. finders herself sliding across the bed. to turn towards him, to fit herself up against his chest and to tangle her ankles up with his and to press her forehead to the same place where his heart is. where she can hear the slow, slow, slow beating of his heart. she closes her eyes, once she's close enough. once she feels like she can feel him all around her. ]

I know. [ she says gently, quietly, barely a whisper. she knows he can hear it, so she doesn't bother speaking up. ] And I will. [ there is a moment, barely even a second, that passes. and the she is pressing a kiss to his chest - unspoken, but hopefully he hears it. thank you. ]