[ that had been part of it for yennefer as well - that she had needed to hear from jaskier, first, to know that he was safe, if he'd been targeted as well. then it had been to ciri, yennefer's worries on the aftermath of ellya's attack. she assumes geralt is fine, assumes that jaskier or ciri would have told her if she needed to know otherwise, if anything had happened.
still, it is a shared experience, similar relief that floods her when she sees SUNDOWN. that he is willing to meet with her. that he doesn't avoid this all together. not that she thinks that he would, not that there is any way for this to be her fault, and yet...
( gods, she wants to see him, though. that tiny amount of fear, that stress still caught in her throat, the feeling when the spell had backfired and she'd been sent careening into the outer walls of the ikorr palace. )
she does not respond to him in confirmation, but rather spends the rest of her day as she would normally, appearing to fall asleep around the time of their meeting. jaskier's domain is, and has been since jaskier had first given her that tour, the only place she really feels can be her's, if only marginally, in the horizon. her own domain is left to what it had been, an ever shifting expanse of the continent, a secret place of ashe, of the remnants of a building. yennefer does not like the feeling even thinking of that places gives her, so she turns to jaskier's instead - the rooms he had built for her, the wine cellar below the roots.
yen
she's turning to the sound of her name, something a bit desperate and a bit unwieldy in the turn of it. part of her nearly starts after him, down the stairs to meet him halfway, just to be closer. just because it is what's written in her to do, especially as he hurries up towards her, the urge to reach for him so strong—
geralt stops just short of her on the landing, his brows furrowed, and yennefer swallows back everything else. it's not fair, all that is written across his face for her to see. it's not fair, that she can almost still feel the flames. are you okay? he asks, and yennefer takes a breath. nods. ] I'll be alright. The infirmary in the castle is well stocked, and the mages are decent enough at their magic. [ she doesn't bother hiding the frustration in her tone, one more thing she cannot do. one more thing her lack of chaos keeps from her. she takes a breath, and there is a kind of shuddering with it, though none of the injuries show in her form now. ]
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still, it is a shared experience, similar relief that floods her when she sees SUNDOWN. that he is willing to meet with her. that he doesn't avoid this all together. not that she thinks that he would, not that there is any way for this to be her fault, and yet...
( gods, she wants to see him, though. that tiny amount of fear, that stress still caught in her throat, the feeling when the spell had backfired and she'd been sent careening into the outer walls of the ikorr palace. )
she does not respond to him in confirmation, but rather spends the rest of her day as she would normally, appearing to fall asleep around the time of their meeting. jaskier's domain is, and has been since jaskier had first given her that tour, the only place she really feels can be her's, if only marginally, in the horizon. her own domain is left to what it had been, an ever shifting expanse of the continent, a secret place of ashe, of the remnants of a building. yennefer does not like the feeling even thinking of that places gives her, so she turns to jaskier's instead - the rooms he had built for her, the wine cellar below the roots.
yen
she's turning to the sound of her name, something a bit desperate and a bit unwieldy in the turn of it. part of her nearly starts after him, down the stairs to meet him halfway, just to be closer. just because it is what's written in her to do, especially as he hurries up towards her, the urge to reach for him so strong—
geralt stops just short of her on the landing, his brows furrowed, and yennefer swallows back everything else. it's not fair, all that is written across his face for her to see. it's not fair, that she can almost still feel the flames. are you okay? he asks, and yennefer takes a breath. nods. ] I'll be alright. The infirmary in the castle is well stocked, and the mages are decent enough at their magic. [ she doesn't bother hiding the frustration in her tone, one more thing she cannot do. one more thing her lack of chaos keeps from her. she takes a breath, and there is a kind of shuddering with it, though none of the injuries show in her form now. ]