[ as if against her will, there is a small smile that comes to her at that - it's not a challenge he says, and her brows still lift. in question, yes, but also in jest. in the fact that even now, even with everything hanging over them both, there will always be jaskier's ever present ability to do just this.
he leans in and kisses her cheek, and yennefer turns ever so slightly - as if she were expecting it. expecting him. there is a very desperate, exhausted part of her that wants to clamp down on his arm. to not let him go, despite the way she knows that she herself is the one who must return. who mustn't draw attention. if she spends too long like this, there is a higher and higher chance the mages in the infirmary will start looking too closely at her, and if any of them realized...
so instead, yennefer looks back up to him - finding his eyes, whatever unspoken things are written across his face, and whether or not she is satisfied by what she sees, yennefer does take a step back. ]
Speaking of your beloved wife, I'm going to need another night of wine, dear husband. You'll have to provide.
[ which is what will have to pass for a goodbye, for now. she has no idea just how frustrating the next few weeks will be for her, but she can guess. ]
[Jaskier lets her go. The witch passes out from under his lips and his hands nearly effortlessly. There is a fear that lingers in him, and one he thinks he will not easily get rid of, but for now... he can let her go.
They need this energy. They need to heal. And even in this distant, distant way, he feels the connect of his sandpiper. It is still there, watching over her.
(Not that she needs watching after, of course.)]
Hardly much of a request to make of me. If I'm inundated with anything, it is copious amounts of wine. [He gives her a smile, his fingers curling in against his palms. There is already a pulling of the waking world, and he will let it happen. For now.] Come find me in time.
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cointosser) wrote2021-04-12 08:58 pm
wrapping?
he leans in and kisses her cheek, and yennefer turns ever so slightly - as if she were expecting it. expecting him. there is a very desperate, exhausted part of her that wants to clamp down on his arm. to not let him go, despite the way she knows that she herself is the one who must return. who mustn't draw attention. if she spends too long like this, there is a higher and higher chance the mages in the infirmary will start looking too closely at her, and if any of them realized...
so instead, yennefer looks back up to him - finding his eyes, whatever unspoken things are written across his face, and whether or not she is satisfied by what she sees, yennefer does take a step back. ]
Speaking of your beloved wife, I'm going to need another night of wine, dear husband. You'll have to provide.
[ which is what will have to pass for a goodbye, for now. she has no idea just how frustrating the next few weeks will be for her, but she can guess. ]
yes!
They need this energy. They need to heal. And even in this distant, distant way, he feels the connect of his sandpiper. It is still there, watching over her.
(Not that she needs watching after, of course.)]
Hardly much of a request to make of me. If I'm inundated with anything, it is copious amounts of wine. [He gives her a smile, his fingers curling in against his palms. There is already a pulling of the waking world, and he will let it happen. For now.] Come find me in time.