[ she’s a bit distracted with it herself - it’s a strange feeling, to feel a little breathless, a little awestruck, in being able to see herself do something so small, so insignificant, compared to what she’d been capable of before. but at the same time, she can’t deny the way her chest tightens, just the slightest, at the view. she can’t deny the way her eyes still widen briefly, how her breath feels a bit caught - just for that moment, perhaps, but it is something.
if jaskier had waited any longer to react, yennefer may have had time to start thinking too hard about it. how ten months is hardly that long, how she is acting foolish, childish, but he doesn’t. instead, his reaction is genuine, yanking her to his chest, and what bursts from her is a kind of laugh. an almost giddy rush of air as her arms come around him too, squeeze him back. ]
It is! [ and she feels nearly weightless, a kind of wonder for this she hasn’t felt in years. decades. ] Now- [ she pulls out of the embrace so she can look at him, though that brightness is still there. ] It’s- gods, it’s less than even my first use of chaos, but-
[ that is when she notices two things at once- first, the tears in jaskier’s eyes, which immediately have her hands to his cheeks, her thumbs wiping the wetness away, opening her mouth to say something like are you crying? in an attempt to joke, but knowing her own eyes are damp.
and- the door opens.
the tension that shoots through her is visible, her fight or flight reflex mixed with an immense amount of fear. not again, not when jaskier is here, not-. the instinct is of course to fight, to step between jaskier and the door, to get them both away-
that is when she sees the figure in the door is geralt, and while the fear that had been shooting through her marginally dissipates, she also still finds herself freezing in place. because while if it were anyone who would come across them, it being geralt is still the…what? safest option? but at the same time she still isn’t exactly sure where they stand.
so, for now, yennefer has locked eyes with geralt and hasn’t really. moved. ]
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if jaskier had waited any longer to react, yennefer may have had time to start thinking too hard about it. how ten months is hardly that long, how she is acting foolish, childish, but he doesn’t. instead, his reaction is genuine, yanking her to his chest, and what bursts from her is a kind of laugh. an almost giddy rush of air as her arms come around him too, squeeze him back. ]
It is! [ and she feels nearly weightless, a kind of wonder for this she hasn’t felt in years. decades. ] Now- [ she pulls out of the embrace so she can look at him, though that brightness is still there. ] It’s- gods, it’s less than even my first use of chaos, but-
[ that is when she notices two things at once- first, the tears in jaskier’s eyes, which immediately have her hands to his cheeks, her thumbs wiping the wetness away, opening her mouth to say something like are you crying? in an attempt to joke, but knowing her own eyes are damp.
and- the door opens.
the tension that shoots through her is visible, her fight or flight reflex mixed with an immense amount of fear. not again, not when jaskier is here, not-. the instinct is of course to fight, to step between jaskier and the door, to get them both away-
that is when she sees the figure in the door is geralt, and while the fear that had been shooting through her marginally dissipates, she also still finds herself freezing in place. because while if it were anyone who would come across them, it being geralt is still the…what? safest option? but at the same time she still isn’t exactly sure where they stand.
so, for now, yennefer has locked eyes with geralt and hasn’t really. moved. ]