The cat-like eyes of Geralt saw many different shades to Yennefer. A few candid, yes. And perhaps being a twisted, flawed creature himself that was the points that got his attentions. Lonely? Yes. Cruel? Sometimes. Terribly misunderstood? Perhaps that was a logic Yennefer applied to herself and no other. For a time it seemed like Geralt was able to truly see her as she was. She loved him for that. For that safe, cherished feeling his presence gave her... why would she call it anything other than love? Was it all really the wish?
The humor existed. Geralt and his brutish ways and means made her laugh. Though entirely falling upon his shoulders to be self-depreciating. That came naturally. And Yen? Sarcasm, clever words to volley. Did he make her feel giddy with laughter as she does now? No.
The mystifying nature of a Witcher did intrigue her, it did not take her by utter surprise the way Jaskier has. All this time in plain sight, and perhaps because he considered his status to be such a trifle and so obvious it was not worth mentioning. That makes this information more precious, more charming and amusing.
Yes, the alcohol was helping. There was that. Her face feels hot and the lanterns hanging from the rafters have halos of light.
This revelation made Yennefer want to reexamine his behavior step by step from the moment Geralt plopped him into a parlor of writhing bodies. The mayor should have counted himself blessed to host a noble countryman. She gave one final fond clutch before threading her fingers together to prop up her chin, her eyes still adjusting as though to see him for the very first time.
"My dear Viscount de Lettenhove," that's delivered without a stumble though she bites her lip before laughing. "Julian Alfred." Jaskier all this time was a Julian. "How was it that you decided to be Jaskier? Or--perhaps the question is that what became of de Lettenhove because Jaskier had been your truest self the whole time?" Are they too far gone into drink for this? Is this too personal? Yennefer's attention was rapt upon him. Naturally the tavern is none too interesting in his lowly way as it was.
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The humor existed. Geralt and his brutish ways and means made her laugh. Though entirely falling upon his shoulders to be self-depreciating. That came naturally. And Yen? Sarcasm, clever words to volley. Did he make her feel giddy with laughter as she does now? No.
The mystifying nature of a Witcher did intrigue her, it did not take her by utter surprise the way Jaskier has. All this time in plain sight, and perhaps because he considered his status to be such a trifle and so obvious it was not worth mentioning. That makes this information more precious, more charming and amusing.
Yes, the alcohol was helping. There was that. Her face feels hot and the lanterns hanging from the rafters have halos of light.
This revelation made Yennefer want to reexamine his behavior step by step from the moment Geralt plopped him into a parlor of writhing bodies. The mayor should have counted himself blessed to host a noble countryman. She gave one final fond clutch before threading her fingers together to prop up her chin, her eyes still adjusting as though to see him for the very first time.
"My dear Viscount de Lettenhove," that's delivered without a stumble though she bites her lip before laughing. "Julian Alfred." Jaskier all this time was a Julian. "How was it that you decided to be Jaskier? Or--perhaps the question is that what became of de Lettenhove because Jaskier had been your truest self the whole time?" Are they too far gone into drink for this? Is this too personal? Yennefer's attention was rapt upon him. Naturally the tavern is none too interesting in his lowly way as it was.