[ Geralt frowns as he's met with two pointed expressions. He's not certain what they think he means, but it feels like they're imagining he plans on knocking himself on the fucking head before bed to avoid dreaming at all. ]
My mutations may have left me to some degree. My training has not. [ He shifts his weight. ] Though I'm not opposed to a charm as another precaution.
[ He doesn't want to say it, why he thinks he'd been swept up in Yennefer's mind with little resistance. That it's not only the bond taking hold; it's that with her, his defenses are easily lowered. It hasn't been something he's cared about before. He's always trusted her, and it's this exact effect she has on him that he's even sought her out sometimes. A night he can have without being on his guard. But now...
He considers their options in silence, avoiding the topic of seeing what shouldn't be seen. There's more to it than that, between him and Yennefer. Something he'd rather not talk about so openly.
Eventually, his eyes land on Jaskier. He and Yennefer both have far too much in their heads. Too many decades. Jaskier...Jaskier does not. Maybe that's what they need. Someone with little to hide and few dark corners. ]
Perhaps you should attempt to influence its direction. [ It's a suggestion that comes with its own set of problems, not least being they'll need to recognize it's a dream in the first place. Finding a method. But it's a place start. Besides. Learning how will be good practice for Jaskier's composure overall. ] Should we find ourselves trapped again.
[ Yennefer's mind had gone somewhere far less violent than that for Geralt, thinking more that he just wouldn't sleep when they slept. Drive himself to the point of exhaustion and become a fully nocturnal wolf that they rarely see. She wasn't the only one who wanted to pull away from all of this.
She finally drinks, swallowing hard at Jaskier's apology. ]
What was seen cannot be unseen and I expect it to stay between us. And should we find ourselves in another... dream. The same courtesies will be extended.
[ She leans back, crossing her legs. Thinking. ]
I will say, the stronger the emotions, the harder it is for the dreamer to try and take control. [ Hence, the more radical decision. ] But, either way, it would be wise to perhaps begin work in earnest on mental fortitudes.
[His training. To suffer through nightmares? (Actually.) He doesn't want to ask and shan't. Some things are best left secrets, he imagines; even he, as gaudy as he is, does not write ballads on all things.
Geralt, for one, has never been named a butcher in his songs.
He holds up a hand, an idea springing to mind.] Yes, yes, of course. I would never share this with another. But I believe Geralt, and you, you both have a fine point. An idea. Not to, er, particularly brag about it, but my memories, my dreams, are less -- [He stops here, before he says the wrong word.] What I mean to say is, should we be forced in this matter through the bond prior to our maintaining our boundaries, I would not be adverse to you both settling in my dreams. Perhaps the invitation might make them easier to leave in the future.
[ Best left unasked, because Geralt seems disinclined to explain further. He goes back to drinking, letting Yennefer and Jaskier discuss amongst themselves.
The plan is fine. But he knows well these things take time. He doesn't expect any proposed solution to work for awhile yet -- and he's uncertain how much of their subconscious won't leak into Jaskier's mind once they're there, invitation or not. He sure as fuck does not want either Yennefer nor Jaskier wandering through his joyful childhood memories. ]
No harm in trying. [ He keeps his reservations to himself. It's the best they have, what's been said. Ideally, though, it simply won't happen again. ] We're settled, then?
You can say it, Jaskier. You haven't faced the same... hardships we have. It isn't a requirement for everyone in this bond to have to carry the burden of a complicated past.
That being said, I agree. No harm in trying. [ She doesn't say 'what's the worst that can happen' because she knows there are far more traumatic memories in her past and certain things she fully intended to begin working on locking up in a vault in her mind, if possible. She never told Geralt how she got the scars on her wrists and had no intentions of either of them seeing her at one of the darkest moments of her life. When she was young, weak, and unwanted. ]
There's nothing else I can think of. [ Her gaze shifts from Geralt to Jaskier, letting her arms settle on her crossed legs - an eyebrow arching. A silent echo of Geralt's question. ]
Yes. [He nods. It's a fine word choice.] Hardships.
[He does in fact think it may be to their benefit that he has not had a complicated past -- not near in the same way. But it is not a fact he wishes to crush them under, either.
He does appreciate there's an understanding. That, also for once, they're not rejecting his offer of aid.]
I think that's it. I'm very happy to move in with my favorite Bonded, of course. [An easy smile returns to him, his heart all the lighter for having the discussion, as very far from fun as it had been.] Shall we seal it all with a kiss?
[He can't help it. He feels... good. About all of this. Better, far better, than he had when he'd awoken.] I jest. A little. Yet if it is not as easy as all that, promise I will find a way for it to be easier for you both.
[ Geralt is already getting up. His tolerance for extended discussions about one's feelings is minimal, and Jaskier's comment only gets an exasperated look. ]
Buy us some damn supper first.
[ Though he can acknowledge that when Jaskier is kissing him or between one of their legs, he's not talking. It's nice. Nice for other reasons than not talking (many reasons), but that's a bonus worth mentioning.
He plucks the wineglass from Jaskier's hand as he passes by and tips back the rest before simply making his way upstairs with no further comment. ]
[ Geralt’s moving about as fast as she’d anticipated when this wraps up, finishing what’s left in her glass at the mention of sealing it with a kiss. She already wasn’t the type for public displays of any affection, but the bit of banter between them as Geralt leaves earns a smirk.
Yennefer shakes her head, trying to remember the last time Geralt bought her supper. Even if they had circumvented the need to court with whatever they were. She could feign a bit of indignance at the proposal if needed. Refilling her glass, she places it in Jaskier's hand to replace the one Geralt had stolen -- brushing her hand over his arm with a soft laugh before following upstairs to continue her own work.
While there were a lot of words to describe them, easy never graced that list. But, she could allow herself to drop the illusion of perpetual stony-faced disposition for a little bit.
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My mutations may have left me to some degree. My training has not. [ He shifts his weight. ] Though I'm not opposed to a charm as another precaution.
[ He doesn't want to say it, why he thinks he'd been swept up in Yennefer's mind with little resistance. That it's not only the bond taking hold; it's that with her, his defenses are easily lowered. It hasn't been something he's cared about before. He's always trusted her, and it's this exact effect she has on him that he's even sought her out sometimes. A night he can have without being on his guard. But now...
He considers their options in silence, avoiding the topic of seeing what shouldn't be seen. There's more to it than that, between him and Yennefer. Something he'd rather not talk about so openly.
Eventually, his eyes land on Jaskier. He and Yennefer both have far too much in their heads. Too many decades. Jaskier...Jaskier does not. Maybe that's what they need. Someone with little to hide and few dark corners. ]
Perhaps you should attempt to influence its direction. [ It's a suggestion that comes with its own set of problems, not least being they'll need to recognize it's a dream in the first place. Finding a method. But it's a place start. Besides. Learning how will be good practice for Jaskier's composure overall. ] Should we find ourselves trapped again.
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She finally drinks, swallowing hard at Jaskier's apology. ]
What was seen cannot be unseen and I expect it to stay between us. And should we find ourselves in another... dream. The same courtesies will be extended.
[ She leans back, crossing her legs. Thinking. ]
I will say, the stronger the emotions, the harder it is for the dreamer to try and take control. [ Hence, the more radical decision. ] But, either way, it would be wise to perhaps begin work in earnest on mental fortitudes.
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Geralt, for one, has never been named a butcher in his songs.
He holds up a hand, an idea springing to mind.] Yes, yes, of course. I would never share this with another. But I believe Geralt, and you, you both have a fine point. An idea. Not to, er, particularly brag about it, but my memories, my dreams, are less -- [He stops here, before he says the wrong word.] What I mean to say is, should we be forced in this matter through the bond prior to our maintaining our boundaries, I would not be adverse to you both settling in my dreams. Perhaps the invitation might make them easier to leave in the future.
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The plan is fine. But he knows well these things take time. He doesn't expect any proposed solution to work for awhile yet -- and he's uncertain how much of their subconscious won't leak into Jaskier's mind once they're there, invitation or not. He sure as fuck does not want either Yennefer nor Jaskier wandering through his joyful childhood memories. ]
No harm in trying. [ He keeps his reservations to himself. It's the best they have, what's been said. Ideally, though, it simply won't happen again. ] We're settled, then?
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That being said, I agree. No harm in trying. [ She doesn't say 'what's the worst that can happen' because she knows there are far more traumatic memories in her past and certain things she fully intended to begin working on locking up in a vault in her mind, if possible. She never told Geralt how she got the scars on her wrists and had no intentions of either of them seeing her at one of the darkest moments of her life. When she was young, weak, and unwanted. ]
There's nothing else I can think of. [ Her gaze shifts from Geralt to Jaskier, letting her arms settle on her crossed legs - an eyebrow arching. A silent echo of Geralt's question. ]
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[He does in fact think it may be to their benefit that he has not had a complicated past -- not near in the same way. But it is not a fact he wishes to crush them under, either.
He does appreciate there's an understanding. That, also for once, they're not rejecting his offer of aid.]
I think that's it. I'm very happy to move in with my favorite Bonded, of course. [An easy smile returns to him, his heart all the lighter for having the discussion, as very far from fun as it had been.] Shall we seal it all with a kiss?
[He can't help it. He feels... good. About all of this. Better, far better, than he had when he'd awoken.] I jest. A little. Yet if it is not as easy as all that, promise I will find a way for it to be easier for you both.
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Buy us some damn supper first.
[ Though he can acknowledge that when Jaskier is kissing him or between one of their legs, he's not talking. It's nice. Nice for other reasons than not talking (many reasons), but that's a bonus worth mentioning.
He plucks the wineglass from Jaskier's hand as he passes by and tips back the rest before simply making his way upstairs with no further comment. ]
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Yennefer shakes her head, trying to remember the last time Geralt bought her supper. Even if they had circumvented the need to court with whatever they were. She could feign a bit of indignance at the proposal if needed. Refilling her glass, she places it in Jaskier's hand to replace the one Geralt had stolen -- brushing her hand over his arm with a soft laugh before following upstairs to continue her own work.
While there were a lot of words to describe them, easy never graced that list. But, she could allow herself to drop the illusion of perpetual stony-faced disposition for a little bit.
Because it was funny. ]