♚ · ¸ wcrdmonger , geralt of rivia.
“Accomplished? No. I don’t consider that an accomplishment. Just a foolish job that an even bigger fool decided to take.” Meaning himself, of course. The incident at Blaviken was something he’d never forget. For one, because no one would let him. But mostly because he couldn’t. To do so would be a disservice.
When she mentions his name, his lips pull into a tight line of distaste. “If I ever see Stregobor again, he won’t leave the encounter alive.” Of that, he was certain. They had a score to settle.
As she made her opinion about fear known, he shrugged both shoulders. “Men need women just the same when they’re afraid. They just won’t admit it. But I see your point. Fear can be a shackle.”
She comes to him then, and he feels that carefully controlled pulsing of his heart beat just a bit faster. Yennefer can rouse him in such a way that few fights could. His pulse may rise a few notches during a heated skirmish or when encountering a truly skilled foe. Yet nothing made his heart beat faster or ache more … than the sorceress before him.
Those delicate fingers that could kill a man with a mere gesture shift through his silver hair. Yellow eyes half-close. If a man could purr, he’d be purring. While she had made him bristle before, so quickly does she soothe him into a state of playfulness. It’s remarkable.
“Somewhat?” he repeated, lips turning upwards into a hint of a smile. “If you have complaints, I am open to learning them and rectifying. Can take as long as we like.” This time, he advances, a step nearer to her and removing his arms from their position over his chest. He doesn’t touch her just yet. Instead, fingers linger near her hip.
When she mentions Jaskier, he grumbles. “That was a one time job,” he clarified. “And I never told him he could join me. He just …” he paused, “doesn’t leave.” Though deep, deep, in his heart of grumpy hearts, he knows that he enjoys the bard’s company. Usually.
“He had business elsewhere. I think he’s trying to fuck some earl’s daughter,” he waved it off. “I’m sure I’ll find him in a jail cell or singing atop a scaffold at some point.” That was Jaskier’s true gift. Always being exactly where he needed to be.
Yet Geralt hadn’t missed her particular use of a certain word either. “What do you mean, ‘also’?” he asked, eyes narrowing.
@serphynts
❛ whether you wear it with pride or not , you do not shy away from it. you do not claim ‘ THAT IS NOT ME ’ nor should you . OUR ACTIONS SHOW WHO WE ARE. ❜ she does not blame him, how could he be at fault if he were played? so has she been. everyone has been a pawn in someone else’s story. the brotherhood’s hands are stained with blood ( like her very own and like her, ) he now he has to suffer with the consequences of his actions too. but he is not a cruel heartless man those who reside in the continent and beyond deem him to be.
❛ i could summon him if you wish. allow you to seek out your vengeance . . . or would you prefer i call it justice instead ? ❜ a ‘brow is raised in question. ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵃˡˡ ⁱᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗⁱᶜᵉ , ʳᵉᵗʳⁱᵇᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ , ᵃ ᵈᵉᵇᵗ ᵒʷᵉᵈ whatever they fancy. BUT IT IS COLD REVENGE. that is all it will ever be. ❛ fear is what people allow it to be. fear has no place in my life ❜ not anymore, is what she means, i have suffered enough. in silence and not.
but then they’re back into that game they seem to play whenever they meet. granted, it has been once, but it seems to be a dance they find themselves in. heated, passionate, on the edge of . . . something. && yennefer feels an unfamiliar and all consuming tug, nothing like what she had like with istredd. THIS IS DIFFERENT, THIS IS TERRITORY SHE FEELS LESS IN CONTROL WITH.
❛ and here i thought you couldn’t teach a witcher new tricks. you seem set in your ways, ❜ eyes drift momentarily to the hand by her hip, a smile teasing in nature lifts her tiers ever so slightly. ❛ . . . perhaps you need a teacher. ❜ but the playfulness dies down, first once jaskier is mentioned but also when he picks up on the momentary lapse of control she’d lost. ❛ and you decided to leave him alone? ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢᵉᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ˢʷⁱⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜᵃᶠᶠᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ. ❜ the conversation is to be veered away from what he’s focused on.
it is not her intent for their conversation to become so involved. ❛ do not get in my way again, geralt. this mission . it will be handled my way. am i understood? ❜ whatever it is. she will use it to her advantage. she will find a way, come hell or high water, to become the mother she was destined to be.
