Yennefer cannot place when she had been gaining strength and a sort of sustenance from his smiles. They've been together for hours now. No quest. No Witcher. And in the time it is a new, warm and restoring wave to have that expression aimed her way. Like someone has lit a fire in the coldest places of her self or the first brighter days after winter. Watching that expression change to anything less has her clutch at him, waiting for an answer.
She could pull it from him. Though she had promised earlier not to read his thoughts. To go back on such a thing, even for momentary satisfaction would be a complete violation of trust. Jaskier has trusted her with his full name, his secrets and scandals. Yennefer cannot repay that with impatience. The longer he's quiet the more it rustles up misgivings. No enchantment keeps him here, he is here by invitation and free will. He could leave if somehow offended. Everyone leaves.
Lightly she clears her throat and reaches to tilt his face to her own.
"Your songs are popular, you sing them because people want to hear them." The blue of his eyes is intensified with the threat tears they're almost crystalline. Her fingers stay on his face. "It hurts you to sing it." That's not a question. Hearing it, hearing a room of people join was also an event Yennefer had no way of preparing for. She should have known. Still, perhaps it was being so comfortable, so safe and close to Jaskier she imagined there wouldn't be any injury.
Months have pasted. It will be close to a year soon won't it? Wounds take time to heal. And their clumsy Witcher is known for being fierce and effective. At least this isn't deadly. Yennefer presses her body closer to Jaskier's she has half a mind to climb into his lap if it weren't for the bottle. For now.
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She could pull it from him. Though she had promised earlier not to read his thoughts. To go back on such a thing, even for momentary satisfaction would be a complete violation of trust. Jaskier has trusted her with his full name, his secrets and scandals. Yennefer cannot repay that with impatience. The longer he's quiet the more it rustles up misgivings. No enchantment keeps him here, he is here by invitation and free will. He could leave if somehow offended. Everyone leaves.
Lightly she clears her throat and reaches to tilt his face to her own.
"Your songs are popular, you sing them because people want to hear them." The blue of his eyes is intensified with the threat tears they're almost crystalline. Her fingers stay on his face. "It hurts you to sing it." That's not a question. Hearing it, hearing a room of people join was also an event Yennefer had no way of preparing for. She should have known. Still, perhaps it was being so comfortable, so safe and close to Jaskier she imagined there wouldn't be any injury.
Months have pasted. It will be close to a year soon won't it? Wounds take time to heal. And their clumsy Witcher is known for being fierce and effective. At least this isn't deadly. Yennefer presses her body closer to Jaskier's she has half a mind to climb into his lap if it weren't for the bottle. For now.