[ and it is that exact aspect of him that does it, that keeps yennefer's otherwise uncontained fury seep forth into the conversation. the fact that he is listening, and that something about his question, the way in which he asks, the angle that he holds himself while she talks - she does not feel questioned, doesn't feel belittled, picks up on the different shoes...
depending on the man's survival instincts, he might pick up on the thread of something else that. that, when his own tone shifts into something more joking, it is almost as if he's dodged something much greater, much more violent, much scarier, in all senses of the words. for now, though, he does say it's a bit more complicated than that and yennefer's brow is arching, her curiosity returned, what she is sure is an entire laundry list of experiences, of moments, of reasons that have brought him here. if she didn't know any better, she would assume he was much older - like herself, like a certain witcher, like a whole list of people across her continent - but she isn't even sure that's the case.
so instead, she just snorts, allows some of that tension to ease back out of her again, letting it unfurl into the pool designed for just that. ] Oh, yes, it is definitely that old scary beat up mug that does it. I'm sure there isn't any other part of you that helps you get your way.
[ she of course means some set of skills, the violence she can see written into the hard lines of his body, but she leaves the comment out there to be read as it will. because she does understand - that there is more, because he can already tell that he's an interesting man, and interesting lives are always rife with trauma. with loss. with pain.
it is his question, though, that has her letting out a snort. because it does work, whatever it is he does. the combination of the tone, the softened expression, the raised brow. he diffuses whatever it was that had been there, and leads them back to the previous conversation, and yennefer lets a small curled smile return as well. ]
Either you work with what you've been given, or you make something new with it- maybe I can see the potential of this time spent tolerating some dickhead like you. [ she shrugs, casual, taking a step or two into the middle of the pool - though it's uncertain if she's walking towards him, or just moving to a deeper spot towards the center. ] Though bitching is highly unattractive, so I might have to rethink if you plan on keeping it up for much longer.
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depending on the man's survival instincts, he might pick up on the thread of something else that. that, when his own tone shifts into something more joking, it is almost as if he's dodged something much greater, much more violent, much scarier, in all senses of the words. for now, though, he does say it's a bit more complicated than that and yennefer's brow is arching, her curiosity returned, what she is sure is an entire laundry list of experiences, of moments, of reasons that have brought him here. if she didn't know any better, she would assume he was much older - like herself, like a certain witcher, like a whole list of people across her continent - but she isn't even sure that's the case.
so instead, she just snorts, allows some of that tension to ease back out of her again, letting it unfurl into the pool designed for just that. ] Oh, yes, it is definitely that old scary beat up mug that does it. I'm sure there isn't any other part of you that helps you get your way.
[ she of course means some set of skills, the violence she can see written into the hard lines of his body, but she leaves the comment out there to be read as it will. because she does understand - that there is more, because he can already tell that he's an interesting man, and interesting lives are always rife with trauma. with loss. with pain.
it is his question, though, that has her letting out a snort. because it does work, whatever it is he does. the combination of the tone, the softened expression, the raised brow. he diffuses whatever it was that had been there, and leads them back to the previous conversation, and yennefer lets a small curled smile return as well. ]
Either you work with what you've been given, or you make something new with it- maybe I can see the potential of this time spent tolerating some dickhead like you. [ she shrugs, casual, taking a step or two into the middle of the pool - though it's uncertain if she's walking towards him, or just moving to a deeper spot towards the center. ] Though bitching is highly unattractive, so I might have to rethink if you plan on keeping it up for much longer.