[ stephen is able to put it together, and there is no small part of yennefer that is once again relieved at all she doesn't have to say. that he understands what it feels like, what it means. at the time, they had been mere acquaintances, excited conversations about chaos, about theory, about the potential of the singularity and how they could use it. they had been partners at the singularity itself, had felt it yearn for that power, much like the yearning that yennefer has never quite dropped. hungry, desperate, starved. then she had disappeared for days, weeks, because she couldn't be seen about the castle. she couldn't let it be known, and then-
yennefer takes another breath, taking a long sip from her wine, as she feels stephen's frown at her side deepen. as she listens to the theory he spouts with barely any time at all. it pulls a frown from her, though her's has more to do with the idea of it than the implication. ]
It does not always work- the dreams I had, or whatever you wish to call them- memories- others from home had them too, but we did not all end up with the same amount. It's almost as if the connection was lost, or... [ she shakes her head, not quite liking where her thoughts are going, finding too many issues in the basis of it.
but that is when stephen's tone shifts - or, maybe it doesn't shift at all. maybe he just shifts the focus back, to her, to her loss of magic, to the fact when it happened she hadn't had anyone except for jaskier and geralt to tell, and her only way to tell them, had been fractured too.
there's a smile to her lips, now, but the edge of it is more sad than it is dangerous. she glances back to him, one of her brows arched. ] I should have? [ as if she is asking him really? in this castle? in these walls? so much has changed since then, since those dark nights, lost and alone. it's why she's having this conversation at all. ] It changes nothing. [ there is a pause, and then that smile fades to a look of curiosity, instead. ]
What happened, in those years? You look... [ she lets go of her wine glass with one of her hands, reaching up to brush her fingers against the more prominently grey streaks of his hair. it looks like she wants to say something else, but when her eyes turn back to his face, the hint of that smile is more understanding, empathetic. ] Tired.
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yennefer takes another breath, taking a long sip from her wine, as she feels stephen's frown at her side deepen. as she listens to the theory he spouts with barely any time at all. it pulls a frown from her, though her's has more to do with the idea of it than the implication. ]
It does not always work- the dreams I had, or whatever you wish to call them- memories- others from home had them too, but we did not all end up with the same amount. It's almost as if the connection was lost, or... [ she shakes her head, not quite liking where her thoughts are going, finding too many issues in the basis of it.
but that is when stephen's tone shifts - or, maybe it doesn't shift at all. maybe he just shifts the focus back, to her, to her loss of magic, to the fact when it happened she hadn't had anyone except for jaskier and geralt to tell, and her only way to tell them, had been fractured too.
there's a smile to her lips, now, but the edge of it is more sad than it is dangerous. she glances back to him, one of her brows arched. ] I should have? [ as if she is asking him really? in this castle? in these walls? so much has changed since then, since those dark nights, lost and alone. it's why she's having this conversation at all. ] It changes nothing. [ there is a pause, and then that smile fades to a look of curiosity, instead. ]
What happened, in those years? You look... [ she lets go of her wine glass with one of her hands, reaching up to brush her fingers against the more prominently grey streaks of his hair. it looks like she wants to say something else, but when her eyes turn back to his face, the hint of that smile is more understanding, empathetic. ] Tired.