[ anakin does not look at her, but he doesn't need to. it's not difficult to see the emotions play across his face - the shame, the anger, the disappointment in not quite finding what it is he's looking for. yennefer feels the heat in his words when he says i trusted him! and she finds, for whatever reason, very little else of it matters after then.
she watches him react to this woman, his wife, and the fear in her eyes as she looks back at him. watches as his lifts his hand to take the breath from her. she watches him as this obi-wan approaches. their exchanged words, their circling around each other. it all happens, and through it all, all yennefer finds herself thinking is that feeling around his words. he was my master. just as she'd looked to tissaia, just as she had crawled her way across that gods-forsaken continent because tissaia must know something, and what had she gotten in return? she knows it is different, knows all of this is different, but that is what sticks.
that, and the tears. his tears.
the memory fades around them, and yennefer finds herself stepping around to anakin's front, looking up to him with determined, undeterred eyes. there is a moment there where she just looks at him, to see if there is anything more he wishes to wish, anything more that she'll read in his eyes if not his words, before she reaches up a hand to his face. if there are tears still there, it might be to wipe those away, but if there aren't any, it will simply be to brush her fingers across his cheek.
it's a little ridiculous, she knows, to feel in any way protective or defensive over what it is she's seen. anakin is powerful, powerful to a degree that she is sure she only barely understands, but still, here she is. ]
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she watches him react to this woman, his wife, and the fear in her eyes as she looks back at him. watches as his lifts his hand to take the breath from her. she watches him as this obi-wan approaches. their exchanged words, their circling around each other. it all happens, and through it all, all yennefer finds herself thinking is that feeling around his words. he was my master. just as she'd looked to tissaia, just as she had crawled her way across that gods-forsaken continent because tissaia must know something, and what had she gotten in return? she knows it is different, knows all of this is different, but that is what sticks.
that, and the tears. his tears.
the memory fades around them, and yennefer finds herself stepping around to anakin's front, looking up to him with determined, undeterred eyes. there is a moment there where she just looks at him, to see if there is anything more he wishes to wish, anything more that she'll read in his eyes if not his words, before she reaches up a hand to his face. if there are tears still there, it might be to wipe those away, but if there aren't any, it will simply be to brush her fingers across his cheek.
it's a little ridiculous, she knows, to feel in any way protective or defensive over what it is she's seen. anakin is powerful, powerful to a degree that she is sure she only barely understands, but still, here she is. ]