Dare I inquire what it is you occupy yourself with when it is not magical doings?
[if only to get an idea of what pursuits would be worth it. Her whole life has been sculpted by chaos and what she can do with it. Though it has not been able to make her a mother.
As to keeping separate, she says nothing more. Safety is the aim. Though there can be no true safety in strife.]
[She's agreeing that it is lunacy to tether yourself to an erratic, changeable force. John's magic, it's an entity, natural. Still chaotic from what she's observed. Anyone with a sense of self preservation would stay back. While he is prickly as a hedgehog, there is a cork for every bottle.
Her own short comings have not yet driven back the Witcher.]
I will do what I can to return you. [And for the first time she sets her jaw and looks at John.] I'm sorry this has happened.
The worst kind, I'd say. Anybody saying differently is selling something.
[ John never figured himself for needing anything to cork the proverbial bottle. He supposes Matt fits that bill. He looks out for him in a way that very few others have. He's stuck by him through literally hellish things.
He loves him all the same. ]
Don't fret about it, love. An old saying said absence makes the heart grow fonder. He'll survive a little while without me, probably be glad for you taking me off his hands a bit.
[Grand. He is mad. She is mad. They're all mad. Though it is clear that he does not do himself any favors staying in a strange land. Knowing John a day his kind of anti-compromise will only prove to be more and more dangerous being a foreigner. Yennefer can subvert, she can feign passing through their society. She does it for herself, not just love.]
I try and make it a point not to break other people's play things.
[She cuddles closer to the Witcher, curling under the sheepskin.]
We are safe here. No need to keep watch.
[Yen sighs and puts up three fingers to make a flicking motion. The fire mutes down to hardly a glow.]
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[if only to get an idea of what pursuits would be worth it. Her whole life has been sculpted by chaos and what she can do with it. Though it has not been able to make her a mother.
As to keeping separate, she says nothing more. Safety is the aim. Though there can be no true safety in strife.]
Is that so? Are you so powerful or so wicked?
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[ Despite how he tries to push him away. John doesn't want to see Matt hurt. The thought terrifies him. ]
Maybe a little of both.
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[She's agreeing that it is lunacy to tether yourself to an erratic, changeable force. John's magic, it's an entity, natural. Still chaotic from what she's observed. Anyone with a sense of self preservation would stay back. While he is prickly as a hedgehog, there is a cork for every bottle.
Her own short comings have not yet driven back the Witcher.]
I will do what I can to return you. [And for the first time she sets her jaw and looks at John.] I'm sorry this has happened.
[Hours later.]
wrap this one?
[ John never figured himself for needing anything to cork the proverbial bottle. He supposes Matt fits that bill. He looks out for him in a way that very few others have. He's stuck by him through literally hellish things.
He loves him all the same. ]
Don't fret about it, love. An old saying said absence makes the heart grow fonder. He'll survive a little while without me, probably be glad for you taking me off his hands a bit.
sounds good <3
I try and make it a point not to break other people's play things.
[She cuddles closer to the Witcher, curling under the sheepskin.]
We are safe here. No need to keep watch.
[Yen sighs and puts up three fingers to make a flicking motion. The fire mutes down to hardly a glow.]