[ but that creates its own problems, doesn't it? that jaskier, with all this time and a court of obvious fools at his fingertips, can't convince a power-hungry mage that geralt couldn't be useful? it would be different, she supposes, if geralt had been given the opportunity to leave and had turned it down. though, as she considers that option, she wonders if he did.
yennefer has spent so much of her life at the beck and call of royals with their own ambitions. wasted so many lifetimes cleaning up the messes of useless kings, their annoying wives, the constant blathering of members of the court. what would be anther couple of years here? what is it, in the grand scheme of things, when she's already done it for so long? ( except even she can't pretend. not when her thoughts are still stuck on what is back at sodden, what she had been ripped from. it's easy to act like it won't matter when she knows how false that statement really is). but she supposes, knowing what she does know of geralt, she can see his hesitance. it's stupid, especially with the paths laid out for them here, now, but she can't bring herself to be surprised by it either.
maybe it is where their paths differ - but then again, is it really? because geralt can easily say fuck this war and that war, can keep himself out of the trials and tribulations of the kingdoms, but he does always end up stepping right into them, one way or another. or maybe it's not the war he crosses paths with, maybe it's just yennefer, still woven up in them herself. ]
What are you waiting for, then? If you won't claim to help Thorne for the sake of getting out. [ she'd heard whispers of a prisoner disappearing. of a slowly building tension among the guards and prisoners alike. yennefer isn't sure what she would want to make of it, herself, but despite herself she is curious if geralt has some other plan afoot. if escape is something he thinks is honestly on the table for any of them. ] Unless you plan on dying down here. [ the way she says this, though, is flippant, almost like a joke. she knows that if geralt were to reach his end, it wouldn't be in a cell. not like this place. not him. so, obviously, he must have another plan for himself. ]
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yennefer has spent so much of her life at the beck and call of royals with their own ambitions. wasted so many lifetimes cleaning up the messes of useless kings, their annoying wives, the constant blathering of members of the court. what would be anther couple of years here? what is it, in the grand scheme of things, when she's already done it for so long? ( except even she can't pretend. not when her thoughts are still stuck on what is back at sodden, what she had been ripped from. it's easy to act like it won't matter when she knows how false that statement really is). but she supposes, knowing what she does know of geralt, she can see his hesitance. it's stupid, especially with the paths laid out for them here, now, but she can't bring herself to be surprised by it either.
maybe it is where their paths differ - but then again, is it really? because geralt can easily say fuck this war and that war, can keep himself out of the trials and tribulations of the kingdoms, but he does always end up stepping right into them, one way or another. or maybe it's not the war he crosses paths with, maybe it's just yennefer, still woven up in them herself. ]
What are you waiting for, then? If you won't claim to help Thorne for the sake of getting out. [ she'd heard whispers of a prisoner disappearing. of a slowly building tension among the guards and prisoners alike. yennefer isn't sure what she would want to make of it, herself, but despite herself she is curious if geralt has some other plan afoot. if escape is something he thinks is honestly on the table for any of them. ] Unless you plan on dying down here. [ the way she says this, though, is flippant, almost like a joke. she knows that if geralt were to reach his end, it wouldn't be in a cell. not like this place. not him. so, obviously, he must have another plan for himself. ]