[ Tissaia. It doesn't matter, but it does. There are pieces of their past they have not shared with each other. He has his life on the Path—sometimes alone, sometimes with Jaskier—and then he had...what he did with Yennefer. Something unnamed and unknowable. Then there's Kaer Morhen, where he retreats for the winter, where he speaks infrequently of the relationships that mean so much to him, not because his brothers won't understand but because the winters have always been a time to think of nothing except the simplest parts of being a Witcher: the monsters, the predictable ugliness of humans, the scars and wounds they acquire. The casual fucking and drinking.
Yennefer is not a part of that. Neither is Jaskier. They both occupy a place in his heart that should not belong to a Witcher like him. ]
I know. [ He knows where her visions stopped. That is, as always, one of the aching gulfs that lie between them. That Yennefer does not recall exactly what happened at the temple. Or the reason behind her decision to go there in the first place—though it won't be difficult to piece that together.
He makes a soft noise. He knows that look. And, well. It isn't really a secret nor a surprise, is it? That she mattered to him in their year apart, that after he thought he lost her he had grieved her? Yennefer may not remember saying it, but he does. When they walked the corridors together and she said, I thought of you. ]
She saw you. In a dream. [ He's been hesitant to tell Yennefer too much of Ciri's nature. It's not out of mistrust. Originally, perhaps, but...he imagines if Yennefer Ciri truly felt Yennefer needed to know, Ciri would say so herself. Given what happened, given that he is not the only one Yennefer betrayed, it feels like a decision best left in Ciri's hands. ] But yes. I spoke of you. I forewent the most mortifying tales.
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Yennefer is not a part of that. Neither is Jaskier. They both occupy a place in his heart that should not belong to a Witcher like him. ]
I know. [ He knows where her visions stopped. That is, as always, one of the aching gulfs that lie between them. That Yennefer does not recall exactly what happened at the temple. Or the reason behind her decision to go there in the first place—though it won't be difficult to piece that together.
He makes a soft noise. He knows that look. And, well. It isn't really a secret nor a surprise, is it? That she mattered to him in their year apart, that after he thought he lost her he had grieved her? Yennefer may not remember saying it, but he does. When they walked the corridors together and she said, I thought of you. ]
She saw you. In a dream. [ He's been hesitant to tell Yennefer too much of Ciri's nature. It's not out of mistrust. Originally, perhaps, but...he imagines if Yennefer Ciri truly felt Yennefer needed to know, Ciri would say so herself. Given what happened, given that he is not the only one Yennefer betrayed, it feels like a decision best left in Ciri's hands. ] But yes. I spoke of you. I forewent the most mortifying tales.