The suds dissolve leaving her hair in a renewed state of shine. Yennefer spies his expression before shutting her eyes against another flow of water. How he outshines the lamps with a grin. She can picture it just as perfectly with her eyes closed the way the sun burns an image. Far more merriment in one little finger than other men have in his whole body.
"Jaskier, why is he still alive?" That's a real question, and she twists to be able to look at him in the face. "Life's riches are ill spent on his like." Is it the carelessness with a fellow sensitive creator that is so offensive to her in this moment? Or is it because it is her dear, sweet new ...friend? She touches his cheek. Diving in and out of lover's beds, taking to the path and flitting in courts on the regular is not for the feint of heart. She still felt his tears for one that did not handle him carefully. Geralt, while cruel, did not act with a plan or motive. Obliviousness is not an excuse and won't redeem him in her eyes she has decided.
"That was a very worthy wish. If he is as charming as you say he is, than he may be dead before the month is out." Her own little grin at the thought could be as reassuring as it could be frightening. Since they are face to face she gives him a peck before turning away.
Two bards together. That must have been a whirlwind. They talk that a sorceress and a witcher is a match for catastrophe, two passionate musicians seems to be of equal standing.
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"Jaskier, why is he still alive?" That's a real question, and she twists to be able to look at him in the face. "Life's riches are ill spent on his like." Is it the carelessness with a fellow sensitive creator that is so offensive to her in this moment? Or is it because it is her dear, sweet new ...friend? She touches his cheek. Diving in and out of lover's beds, taking to the path and flitting in courts on the regular is not for the feint of heart. She still felt his tears for one that did not handle him carefully. Geralt, while cruel, did not act with a plan or motive. Obliviousness is not an excuse and won't redeem him in her eyes she has decided.
"That was a very worthy wish. If he is as charming as you say he is, than he may be dead before the month is out." Her own little grin at the thought could be as reassuring as it could be frightening. Since they are face to face she gives him a peck before turning away.
Two bards together. That must have been a whirlwind. They talk that a sorceress and a witcher is a match for catastrophe, two passionate musicians seems to be of equal standing.