[ it's young is what it is, the energy that anakin has. how when she tells him to stay away, he listens but pushes back. how when she tells him to come by, he is there, with wine, and a kind of excited buzzing under his skin. she doesn't need to have her sensitivity to chaos to tell that he on edge, that he's drawn in, that it's a good kind of energy that's pressing him forward towards her.
the whole ordeal with the bird makes her smile, if only because it does make sense, doesn't it? that jaskier's sandpiper would be protective, that he wouldn't approve of anakin in yennefer's room, a space that has been only her's for so long. whether or not the sandpiper realizes that yennefer is the one who has brought anakin here doesn't really matter, it's still entertaining. ]
My bird is being protective of my space and privacy. I guess you'll just need to work harder to win his favor.
[ it's playful, mostly yennefer saying that it's not her problem and anakin will have to figure it out for himself. she's sure he can figure it out, and so far it hasn't proven to be an actual problem, since the sandpiper seems to get bored after a certain amount of poking and prodding. though what she is drawn in by is the wine that she sets down, and the other bottle he sets down next to it, the glasses too. it brings a full, pleased look to her expression as she turns to face him, now up in his space from where he was standing behind her. her face is tilted up towards his, humming now in return, as her head tilts back and forth. ]
Not from what I've found, yet. There's still time. [ that's when she sets her hands on his chest, making it very clear what's on her mind as her eyes look him over, even if she doesn't quite close the distance. she is in a mood, a good one at that, and it's made even better with him and the wine. it's an interesting thing, to have something that she can know will improve her mood and her night, someone that has proven to be so efficient in doing so. she smiles, her eyes lingering on his mouth, before she glances up to his eyes. ]
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the whole ordeal with the bird makes her smile, if only because it does make sense, doesn't it? that jaskier's sandpiper would be protective, that he wouldn't approve of anakin in yennefer's room, a space that has been only her's for so long. whether or not the sandpiper realizes that yennefer is the one who has brought anakin here doesn't really matter, it's still entertaining. ]
My bird is being protective of my space and privacy. I guess you'll just need to work harder to win his favor.
[ it's playful, mostly yennefer saying that it's not her problem and anakin will have to figure it out for himself. she's sure he can figure it out, and so far it hasn't proven to be an actual problem, since the sandpiper seems to get bored after a certain amount of poking and prodding. though what she is drawn in by is the wine that she sets down, and the other bottle he sets down next to it, the glasses too. it brings a full, pleased look to her expression as she turns to face him, now up in his space from where he was standing behind her. her face is tilted up towards his, humming now in return, as her head tilts back and forth. ]
Not from what I've found, yet. There's still time. [ that's when she sets her hands on his chest, making it very clear what's on her mind as her eyes look him over, even if she doesn't quite close the distance. she is in a mood, a good one at that, and it's made even better with him and the wine. it's an interesting thing, to have something that she can know will improve her mood and her night, someone that has proven to be so efficient in doing so. she smiles, her eyes lingering on his mouth, before she glances up to his eyes. ]
Pour me a glass?