[ Ciri lets him go, giving his hand a pat before she returns to her own drink. There is a beat of silence, hanging uncertain in the air, a moment where they both seem to know there's more unsaid, a hesitation unaddressed.
But Jaskier pushes forth and stamps it out before the feeling can grow. Ciri tucks the rest of her thoughts away for later. She does not know how to tell him. She isn't sure what to say. She doesn't know how to explain the way his words had pricked at her with hidden thorns when he'd said that, days ago.
Not everyone is destined to be a hero. Or a villain.
Or both.
Ciri envies the little raven in his nest. Jaskier wouldn't understand. And then, the conversation moves on, and the moment becomes the past, and she finds herself nodding and smiling and going along with Jaskier's grand new plans. ]
Not a chance. [ She agrees. ]
That sounds like fun. [ And she means it. ]
You want another cup? Nadine suggested adding cinnamon. We can try it.
[ It is enough to be here, sitting quietly, enjoying something together. Something she made. Something he likes.
It is enough that his smile draws out her own. He's good at that. It's worth more than he thinks. ]
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But Jaskier pushes forth and stamps it out before the feeling can grow. Ciri tucks the rest of her thoughts away for later. She does not know how to tell him. She isn't sure what to say. She doesn't know how to explain the way his words had pricked at her with hidden thorns when he'd said that, days ago.
Not everyone is destined to be a hero. Or a villain.
Or both.
Ciri envies the little raven in his nest. Jaskier wouldn't understand. And then, the conversation moves on, and the moment becomes the past, and she finds herself nodding and smiling and going along with Jaskier's grand new plans. ]
Not a chance. [ She agrees. ]
That sounds like fun. [ And she means it. ]
You want another cup? Nadine suggested adding cinnamon. We can try it.
[ It is enough to be here, sitting quietly, enjoying something together. Something she made. Something he likes.
It is enough that his smile draws out her own. He's good at that. It's worth more than he thinks. ]