[ she feels the tension riding through him at the touch, like her fingertips are dancing across flame, before it disappears again. there is that feeling again, like she should be sad for the reaction, like she should take it back, but she won't. she knows she won't. just like she had known, somehow, that those words would cut off whatever time that had stolen.
his hand catches her's, and it is - momentarily - softer than she imagined it would be. warm, yes. familiar. she considers how that is possible, considers how well it is she might know him. how well they might know each other. she turns her face and presses her lips to his shoulder, barely a brush, before he is gently pushing her back.
yennefer lets out a huff of air, indignant, in a way. annoyed. she has tried, she supposes. she has felt the pull and said what she wanted to say. his reaction, his pushing of her away from him - she supposes that is his answer. for her, for whoever she is supposed to be. ]
As I recall, [ she meets his eyes - her jaw temporarily tight. her body reacts before she catches up to it, her chin high as she jerks her hand away from him. shifts back to the bed, once more. gwiazda has lifted his head to watch them, as yennefer leans back into the pillows. to the same place she had been, just moments before. ] it was you, who left first.
[ she means through the door, of course. the way he had come inside to greet her, and then turned to leave her there in return. she had waited - whether it was for him, or something else. but what is she to do now?
gwiazda exhales once, himself, setting his head back down to the bed as yennefer lays back down, sets a hand back into his fur once more. she watches him, just for a moment, before she turns to her side, all but curling around gwiazda where he lays. turning her back to him. ending the conversation there, as far as she is concerned. ]
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his hand catches her's, and it is - momentarily - softer than she imagined it would be. warm, yes. familiar. she considers how that is possible, considers how well it is she might know him. how well they might know each other. she turns her face and presses her lips to his shoulder, barely a brush, before he is gently pushing her back.
yennefer lets out a huff of air, indignant, in a way. annoyed. she has tried, she supposes. she has felt the pull and said what she wanted to say. his reaction, his pushing of her away from him - she supposes that is his answer. for her, for whoever she is supposed to be. ]
As I recall, [ she meets his eyes - her jaw temporarily tight. her body reacts before she catches up to it, her chin high as she jerks her hand away from him. shifts back to the bed, once more. gwiazda has lifted his head to watch them, as yennefer leans back into the pillows. to the same place she had been, just moments before. ] it was you, who left first.
[ she means through the door, of course. the way he had come inside to greet her, and then turned to leave her there in return. she had waited - whether it was for him, or something else. but what is she to do now?
gwiazda exhales once, himself, setting his head back down to the bed as yennefer lays back down, sets a hand back into his fur once more. she watches him, just for a moment, before she turns to her side, all but curling around gwiazda where he lays. turning her back to him. ending the conversation there, as far as she is concerned. ]