The day is coming to a close, hours slipping and with each the distance between them becoming smaller and smaller. How much more time will pass before there is hardly any room at all? Will they collide? Will they exist together in tandem? This peace is so new. Yennefer will have to sort out what it all means when she is by herself. That may not be until close to the afternoon tomorrow.
Jaskier's face, charming and still not yet through with the boyishness of his features, holds so many expressions. Speaking these wants does not bring out bashfulness. It is a more refined emotion. She waits and listens before deciding. Each whim has her smile grow steadily brighter. "You speak rightly, that is a variance indeed." Her voice is warm and amused. "I would like to explore that range with you."
Their hands are still clasped. She can use the towel with one hand so much better than she thought she would be able to. Over her torso, her arms. Carefully patting her hair. Putting down a towel as a mat is brilliant. He is a clever man. Keeping company with a mage can bring so many benefits as well as dangers. That is just in company, not friendship. Not--whatever this is becoming slowly but surely.
Chireadan had the chance to warn Geralt. He did not warn Jaskier. All he got to hear was how magnificent Yennefer was to him. Perhaps it is just as well. The warnings were from a man that had watched her from afar. He did not know her the way Jaskier knew her even a full day ago. What good are words of caution about fickleness or cunning? What do those even mean?
That sweet, smiling face changes once more. Yennefer wonders if he feels the bruises left by those that mishandled him. Is he thinking of them right now? She would ask, yet had denied him her thoughts a moment ago. Words she cannot use to reach out. She lifts their joined hands to rest at her heart. "Say the words and I can fulfill your want to the letter. I don't believe we need a special trip to Madam d Carabas for that." She presses her lips to his knuckles and then gently steps to pull him to the bed.
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Jaskier's face, charming and still not yet through with the boyishness of his features, holds so many expressions. Speaking these wants does not bring out bashfulness. It is a more refined emotion. She waits and listens before deciding. Each whim has her smile grow steadily brighter. "You speak rightly, that is a variance indeed." Her voice is warm and amused. "I would like to explore that range with you."
Their hands are still clasped. She can use the towel with one hand so much better than she thought she would be able to. Over her torso, her arms. Carefully patting her hair. Putting down a towel as a mat is brilliant. He is a clever man. Keeping company with a mage can bring so many benefits as well as dangers. That is just in company, not friendship. Not--whatever this is becoming slowly but surely.
Chireadan had the chance to warn Geralt. He did not warn Jaskier. All he got to hear was how magnificent Yennefer was to him. Perhaps it is just as well. The warnings were from a man that had watched her from afar. He did not know her the way Jaskier knew her even a full day ago. What good are words of caution about fickleness or cunning? What do those even mean?
That sweet, smiling face changes once more. Yennefer wonders if he feels the bruises left by those that mishandled him. Is he thinking of them right now? She would ask, yet had denied him her thoughts a moment ago. Words she cannot use to reach out. She lifts their joined hands to rest at her heart. "Say the words and I can fulfill your want to the letter. I don't believe we need a special trip to Madam d Carabas for that." She presses her lips to his knuckles and then gently steps to pull him to the bed.
"More juice before bed, dearheart?"