He may as well dive into it, being nosy about drama and all. Drama and politics. He's all about it.
Unfortunately, as Estinien actually offers his explanation, his interest in the topic wanes. Not at all because of its subject matter, but because every time Estinien mentions Yennefer's name, he both gets a prickle up his spine that is an equal fifty-fifty split of remembered attraction and abject irritation.
It's quite obvious the very mention of her leaves him bristling.
"Honestly, this is more complicated than I'd first imagined," he says at first, crossing his legs. How was it that every time a wrench was thrown into plans, Yennefere always seemed to be the one holding it? He curls his hands around the edge of his seat, leaning forward, still tight with energy that the problem all focused on her.
Just like the bloody mountain.
And now with this... this memory (several memories) he has of her. Her using him like a wooden cock.
Not that he will be mentioning that part to Estinien. Or anyone. Ever.
"I can't speak for him on this," Jaskier says with a sigh, "though I can on many other topics. I imagine he was far more angered by the idea that Yennefer would be your target than anything else, should you keep pursuing your justice." If anything stirs any sort of energetic fire in Geralt, it's her. "She sort of does what she wants, all the time, and usually it's to do these stupid, blasted things in pursuits for... well, whatever it is she decides she wants in that moment. Maybe fucking the king, if it so pleases her."
He waves a hand at his comparison. Would Himeka pick an enemy only because Estinien brought them up? He wonders. It's rather hard to imagine she has enemies at all, actually. "I wish I could advise you on the best course, but I have neither heads nor tails of what to do about Thorne, if anything, or Yennefer. But I do suggest you stay out of her attentions as long as you can."
Which may be impossible now, with her having protected Ambrose. It's not about Ambrose, though. No. It would never be that simple.
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Unfortunately, as Estinien actually offers his explanation, his interest in the topic wanes. Not at all because of its subject matter, but because every time Estinien mentions Yennefer's name, he both gets a prickle up his spine that is an equal fifty-fifty split of remembered attraction and abject irritation.
It's quite obvious the very mention of her leaves him bristling.
"Honestly, this is more complicated than I'd first imagined," he says at first, crossing his legs. How was it that every time a wrench was thrown into plans, Yennefere always seemed to be the one holding it? He curls his hands around the edge of his seat, leaning forward, still tight with energy that the problem all focused on her.
Just like the bloody mountain.
And now with this... this memory (several memories) he has of her. Her using him like a wooden cock.
Not that he will be mentioning that part to Estinien. Or anyone. Ever.
"I can't speak for him on this," Jaskier says with a sigh, "though I can on many other topics. I imagine he was far more angered by the idea that Yennefer would be your target than anything else, should you keep pursuing your justice." If anything stirs any sort of energetic fire in Geralt, it's her. "She sort of does what she wants, all the time, and usually it's to do these stupid, blasted things in pursuits for... well, whatever it is she decides she wants in that moment. Maybe fucking the king, if it so pleases her."
He waves a hand at his comparison. Would Himeka pick an enemy only because Estinien brought them up? He wonders. It's rather hard to imagine she has enemies at all, actually. "I wish I could advise you on the best course, but I have neither heads nor tails of what to do about Thorne, if anything, or Yennefer. But I do suggest you stay out of her attentions as long as you can."
Which may be impossible now, with her having protected Ambrose. It's not about Ambrose, though. No. It would never be that simple.