[ part of yennefer wonders just how much of what she’s said geralt really understands. they’ve spoken of chaos before, of magic. he was created by it, has his own uses, though it is nothing compared to what the brotherhood would have taught. he always knows more than she would expect, but at the same time, does he know? what that fire burned through? what was left behind?
for a moment, it makes yennefer feel transparent. vulnerable. like geralt has already seen too much of her. but then again - that is hardly new.
( because while he thinks of the fire, of the forest, she thinks of kaer morhen. of the bed, in his room. the wolf. )
she frowns, more confused than anything, when he mentions a woman. it wouldn’t have been triss, or sabrina, but then…? when yennefer realizes, the frown fades, realizing the events. ] Tissaia. The woman- Tissaia de Vries. She’s the Rectoress of Aretuza. [ yennefer doesn’t know why she says that, either. why it matters that geralt has that information. perhaps yennefer just wants to tell someone, between her conversation with istredd and all the things she and jaskier don’t have to say. she hasn’t felt like she and geralt have been in line since the night she woke up with those visions, and maybe…
except there’s no way for that to really happen, is there? because geralt says i didn’t know and yennefer is looking back to him, not feeling guilty, exactly, but like she should say something. that is when he continues, and that feeling of possibly catching up fades away again. ]
The Temple? [ the question slips out of her before she can stop it, a genuine confusion before she realizes what it means - where her visions have stopped, maybe.
they meet at the temple in ellander. she finds him again. perhaps it isn’t fair, that the thought gives her some…not relief, exactly, but there is something specific that she feels behind her rib cage. something she doesn’t mind feeling.
when geralt mentions ciri, yennefer still again. just for a brief second. ]
I still have not… [ yennefer isn’t exact sure how to say it - the different times, the different ages, the fact that ciri, here, has years worth of memories and yennefer has none. ] The only memories I have of Ciri are of this sphere. [ a beat, and then yennefer puts something together, her brow arching gently. ]
no subject
for a moment, it makes yennefer feel transparent. vulnerable. like geralt has already seen too much of her. but then again - that is hardly new.
( because while he thinks of the fire, of the forest, she thinks of kaer morhen. of the bed, in his room. the wolf. )
she frowns, more confused than anything, when he mentions a woman. it wouldn’t have been triss, or sabrina, but then…? when yennefer realizes, the frown fades, realizing the events. ] Tissaia. The woman- Tissaia de Vries. She’s the Rectoress of Aretuza. [ yennefer doesn’t know why she says that, either. why it matters that geralt has that information. perhaps yennefer just wants to tell someone, between her conversation with istredd and all the things she and jaskier don’t have to say. she hasn’t felt like she and geralt have been in line since the night she woke up with those visions, and maybe…
except there’s no way for that to really happen, is there? because geralt says i didn’t know and yennefer is looking back to him, not feeling guilty, exactly, but like she should say something. that is when he continues, and that feeling of possibly catching up fades away again. ]
The Temple? [ the question slips out of her before she can stop it, a genuine confusion before she realizes what it means - where her visions have stopped, maybe.
they meet at the temple in ellander. she finds him again. perhaps it isn’t fair, that the thought gives her some…not relief, exactly, but there is something specific that she feels behind her rib cage. something she doesn’t mind feeling.
when geralt mentions ciri, yennefer still again. just for a brief second. ]
I still have not… [ yennefer isn’t exact sure how to say it - the different times, the different ages, the fact that ciri, here, has years worth of memories and yennefer has none. ] The only memories I have of Ciri are of this sphere. [ a beat, and then yennefer puts something together, her brow arching gently. ]
Did you…mention me to her?