A toast to him meant to drink deeply. Her cup was almost empty again. The tavern was truly growing on her now. Warm, and a dim clatter of activity around them. Still the most brilliant and important detail was her company. Why did he have such a schoolboy blush about him? She can't ever be the only person to give him compliments. With a more clear head she would perhaps have been more reserved in her expression.
The seasons have been very kind to Jaskier. His face is dusted with color from the sun, never ruddy. No lost teeth, no scars. A smile present on his face as much as fair weather in the south. Observing him more closely, Yennefer is now experiencing what many have before. A charming, friendly man that is quick with wit as well as affection.
What else does one call when lips touch. Yennefer can't be too sure when she has invited an embrace, a true one this time. His nimble fingers were in her hair and he tastes and smells of cherries. A simple press and still close enough that she can feel his breath on her lips. Yen indulged in a nuzzle and cups his cheek.
"Only one Yennefer of Vengerberg and only one Jaskier, hmm?" Her turn to press a kiss to his lips, softer and tilting her face just so. Chaste in a way she didn't mean but it felt so lovely when he did it. Usually Yennefer dives into the deepest depth.
The barmaid was going to have to spend her tears over the washtub with the dishes. She chose this time to come around and ask if the bard would require anything. "Oh and the people was wondering if they could get some songs."
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The seasons have been very kind to Jaskier. His face is dusted with color from the sun, never ruddy. No lost teeth, no scars. A smile present on his face as much as fair weather in the south. Observing him more closely, Yennefer is now experiencing what many have before. A charming, friendly man that is quick with wit as well as affection.
What else does one call when lips touch. Yennefer can't be too sure when she has invited an embrace, a true one this time. His nimble fingers were in her hair and he tastes and smells of cherries. A simple press and still close enough that she can feel his breath on her lips. Yen indulged in a nuzzle and cups his cheek.
"Only one Yennefer of Vengerberg and only one Jaskier, hmm?" Her turn to press a kiss to his lips, softer and tilting her face just so. Chaste in a way she didn't mean but it felt so lovely when he did it. Usually Yennefer dives into the deepest depth.
The barmaid was going to have to spend her tears over the washtub with the dishes. She chose this time to come around and ask if the bard would require anything. "Oh and the people was wondering if they could get some songs."