[ yennefer cocks a brow before she lets out an incredulous laugh. when the punchline doesn't hit, she stops smiling incredulously and furrows her brows instead. ]
You're not serious.
[ except whenever geralt talks, he means it. nothing he says is to make sound (like jaskier) or try and challenge her in ways she thinks she's not ready for (like tissaia). she's quickly learned that geralt doesn't talk shit. he puts up with a lot of it from plenty of people, including her, but he's never been one to dance around and lead her astray. sometimes, yennefer wishes he did—it'd make trying to hate him a lot easier. ]
You can't be serious.
[ despite her attempts to try and figure out why he can't be serious, she knows he's serious. fuck geralt. ]
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You're not serious.
[ except whenever geralt talks, he means it. nothing he says is to make sound (like jaskier) or try and challenge her in ways she thinks she's not ready for (like tissaia). she's quickly learned that geralt doesn't talk shit. he puts up with a lot of it from plenty of people, including her, but he's never been one to dance around and lead her astray. sometimes, yennefer wishes he did—it'd make trying to hate him a lot easier. ]
You can't be serious.
[ despite her attempts to try and figure out why he can't be serious, she knows he's serious. fuck geralt. ]