[ she is, after all, a woman of class and high taste. yennefer doesn't ever wish to lie in pig's mud ever again. she wants to be far from the girl she used to be with her hunched back and her hopelessness. the further away she is from that poor hapless girl, the better.
but, stupidly, she knows that geralt would hardly bat an eyelash. the problem with being around him is that he looks at her properly. he's the first person who has ever seen her.
and yennefer is a little addicted to that.
tilting her head to the side, it takes her a moment to grant herself permission to be vulnerable. ]
But I'll sleep wherever you sleep, even if it's in a bed of mud.
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[ she is, after all, a woman of class and high taste. yennefer doesn't ever wish to lie in pig's mud ever again. she wants to be far from the girl she used to be with her hunched back and her hopelessness. the further away she is from that poor hapless girl, the better.
but, stupidly, she knows that geralt would hardly bat an eyelash. the problem with being around him is that he looks at her properly. he's the first person who has ever seen her.
and yennefer is a little addicted to that.
tilting her head to the side, it takes her a moment to grant herself permission to be vulnerable. ]
But I'll sleep wherever you sleep, even if it's in a bed of mud.
[ she's still mad at you, geralt. ]