[He sighs again, too. So much for his great escape. Instead Ciri must help him into his chemise, as if it's his first time putting on one. He brushes through his hair with his fingers, fixing it as well as he can.
As if it's important.]
It didn't need to be a conversation. It was a simple yes or no question.
[And he's all but gotten his answer, after all. Now he's ready to... fuck off. Forever. (All right, not forever. But certainly for a night.) This is too much for him. It is not his fault that his companions feel so suddenly like strangers. Fuck, even he feels like one.
Men are not made to age in a day. Not like this.] Don't -- ugh, don't do that. The pleading, with the eyes. I can't say no.
[The implication being he wants to. Because he does.
Perhaps the one time he will ever wish for the Ciri who wouldn't even look him in the face, nor speak a word to him. (He wonders if Geralt ever bothered telling her about him. If he was even important enough to bother.)]
no subject
As if it's important.]
It didn't need to be a conversation. It was a simple yes or no question.
[And he's all but gotten his answer, after all. Now he's ready to... fuck off. Forever. (All right, not forever. But certainly for a night.) This is too much for him. It is not his fault that his companions feel so suddenly like strangers. Fuck, even he feels like one.
Men are not made to age in a day. Not like this.] Don't -- ugh, don't do that. The pleading, with the eyes. I can't say no.
[The implication being he wants to. Because he does.
Perhaps the one time he will ever wish for the Ciri who wouldn't even look him in the face, nor speak a word to him. (He wonders if Geralt ever bothered telling her about him. If he was even important enough to bother.)]