@intelligenceof6 / yen wants cuddles
they’d spent the evening swapping stories of BATTLE.
this was — rare, for yennefer, especially considering how as the night went on and the shadows grew longer, she grew not only more INTERESTED but also more talkative. at first it had been harmless stories — tell me about your greatest foe, or your favorite weapon, or this, or that — over dinner yennefer had brought over because, contrary to what grog might believe, straight-up ale did not count as a valid meal.
but as the night wore on, they’d moved from the table to the couch and now sat side-by-side, trying to share it as best they could. it — SHOULD have been awkward, at the very least, what with the way grog’s weight made the couch sag sharply in the middle, and especially with the way he took up the vast majority of the space without even really intending to.
but it wasn’t. instead it felt — safe. it felt RIGHT.
because the conversation had moved from the BATTLE to the bloodshed, and there were more pauses now as each of them remembered that there was no glory without GUTS — and pain, and suffering, and exhaustion, and sights that SEARED themselves into the back of your eyelids to prevent you from ever sleeping in a completely dark room again.
the shiver SWELLED up her spine before she could stop it, driving a tremor through her body, a tangible display of the very same weakness she’d sworn never to show. normally this was the part where she’d pull back and HIDE behind six layers of impenetrable frost. but for some — for some reason, she found herself leaning IN instead of away, drawn to the goliath like a moth to a flame. she didn’t NEED her magic to know that there was no judgment, to know that he was safe.
which was why, with the smallest of sighs, yennefer closed her eyes and curled up against grog’s side. raven-black hair spilled over scarred alabaster skin as she snuggled down into him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. there was no room for COLD here, not with the heat emanating from him. so, after a moment or two, she reached out to run soft fingers over brazen knuckles as she nuzzled his neck and placed a gossamer kiss against his skin.
it’d been so long since either of them had been shown KINDNESS; yennefer only hoped they’d still remember what it felt like.
It wasn’t often that Grog Strongjaw sat down and had any kind of serious conversation. Not unless it was before a big battle. Or if it was him talking to Pike or Scanlan. The last time that had happened, he’d had concerns where Craven Edge was concerned but that wasn’t something he wanted to tell Yenny about. At least not until it came up. He was still upset about what they’d had to do with the sword, despite the fact that it had literally killed him just to have it in his possession.
He did, however, regale her with the tale of Kevdak and how he’d bested him in combat alongside his friends, despite nearly getting killed himself. He’d killed the bastard who’d nearly beaten him to death and had simply left him for dead, after all. It certainly wasn’t a fight he’d leave out of his fighting tales to anyone. Especially not Yennefer. After all, he’d nearly cut the fucker in two.
There were times that he was...concerned, he supposed. About what she thought of him and, perhaps, wondering if she was just using him to some other end. Though what end that was in this city of all places, he didn’t know. Then again, Grog had never been one for intense concentration or the like, weeding out people who were trying to manipulate him. All he knew was that this woman seemed to care a great deal about him.
As far as the goliath knew, he hadn’t done anything special. While she was very pretty, he hadn’t done anything in particular to woo her and sweep her off her feet. Regardless, the fact that she was considerably different toward others than she was toward him struck him as odd. It was something that even Grog could pick up on. She was considerably colder to others and the way she looked at him struck him as odd. Mostly because he’d never really seen anyone look at him like she did.
Grog hooped a thick, muscular arm around her slender form when she leaned in against him tilting his head up just slightly when her head came in to tuck itself against his neck. Slowly, the large man’s hand trailed over her back and he tilted his gaze to look down at her. “Oi, Yenny...” He started, rolling his jaw slightly as he tried to come to terms with the thoughts in his mind, brow furrowing.
“Everythin’ alright with you? I mean...y’seem a li’l more lovey-dovey tonight. Not that I mind at all, by all means keep it up.” He paused for a few moments, rather enjoying the sensation of her body pressed into his side and her plush lips brushing his neck. “I mean...y’don’t gotta tell me if y’don’t wanna. But like...yeah.” Grog was not one for sage advice or anything and he certainly wasn’t a very good thinker. But he could listen when he wanted to and Yenny commanded attention of anyone she was in a room with. His especially.
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