"The third!?" Scandalized utterly and completely now. Yennefer's hands pressed over her lips and she lightly shakes her head. "That wouldn't do at all. No." With no teasing her hands flutter away to hold her tin cup. "I mean to say that you're so very you. Singular. A unique person that should not have the name of others, no. no." Hopefully this made sense to him. If not, well, ask Yennefer when she's more sober. She drinks and has a thoughtful hum into her cup.
There was no pity shining in her eyes. Just adoration. He didn't want to have his life determined by birth. Going out into the world to get what he wanted of it on his own terms? What a way to Yennefer's good graces. How alike they are! All this time and they have similar expectations for themselves and what they can be in this world.
She props herself up some on the table to lean closer. Oh to hell with it, Yennefer grabbed her cup and moved to sit closer at his side. Her breath was coated in the dark, frosty cherry notes of liquor. "The lords and ladies so often are unbearable. I can see why you would prefer to travel. There's more to life, to the world than court. Summer, winter...whatever season. I like my comforts, as I'm sure you must too. Though I would perish without thrill." Her own agenda to find a means to restore her fertility is not in this clause. It has taken her to so many places she would not have been before. No regrets. Experiences bring disappointment, though there have been unexpected rewards. One is sitting with her this very moment, handsome face fixed on her.
Oh dear. When did Jaskier become outright handsome? Yennefer snorts at herself.
"To Jaskier!" Her cup is held aloft to touch to his own. "May the years be long, the verses plentiful, the maidens a-flutter, the gentry enamored, the coin heavy and---and so on." She had run out of things because she laughs and smiles too much.
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There was no pity shining in her eyes. Just adoration. He didn't want to have his life determined by birth. Going out into the world to get what he wanted of it on his own terms? What a way to Yennefer's good graces. How alike they are! All this time and they have similar expectations for themselves and what they can be in this world.
She props herself up some on the table to lean closer. Oh to hell with it, Yennefer grabbed her cup and moved to sit closer at his side. Her breath was coated in the dark, frosty cherry notes of liquor. "The lords and ladies so often are unbearable. I can see why you would prefer to travel. There's more to life, to the world than court. Summer, winter...whatever season. I like my comforts, as I'm sure you must too. Though I would perish without thrill." Her own agenda to find a means to restore her fertility is not in this clause. It has taken her to so many places she would not have been before. No regrets. Experiences bring disappointment, though there have been unexpected rewards. One is sitting with her this very moment, handsome face fixed on her.
Oh dear. When did Jaskier become outright handsome? Yennefer snorts at herself.
"To Jaskier!" Her cup is held aloft to touch to his own. "May the years be long, the verses plentiful, the maidens a-flutter, the gentry enamored, the coin heavy and---and so on." She had run out of things because she laughs and smiles too much.