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Apr. 4th, 2020 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgynleriI didn't manage to get an entry yesterday 'cause brain. Headspace today isn't too great, either, but if nothing else, I've got story words to snippet.
So. Back to In Familia Imperatoris for the snippet today. Earlier chronologically than the ones I've been posting, but. Yennefer and Geralt, because while I'm happily plotting other relationships as well, I have no intention of throwing out the canon relationships just to have the ones I'm plotting as well. Because they are all adults and bloody well can figure out how to make it all work.
"Of course I got your letters." Yennefer sighs, coming closer, studying him with a small frown that makes him reach out to cup her cheek, smoothing a thumb over the furrow in her brow. "There are interesting rumors in the city about you."
"The usual ones about why the Emperor bothers to have a barbarian Witcher in the family quarters of the palace?" He's heard more than one version of them, though they all boil down to the assumption that he is being fucked or has been fucked by Emhyr, and never mind the more prosaic truth.
Yennefer let out a huff of irritated laughter, leaning into his touch a moment before she straightens, reaching up to clasp his hand rather than leave it in place. "Not once?"
"Not even once." He meets her gaze easily, letting her see the truth of it in his face. Not for lack of an invitation, nor indeed for lack of interest, but he wouldn't do that behind Yennefer's back. He had no desire to hurt her like that.
So. Back to In Familia Imperatoris for the snippet today. Earlier chronologically than the ones I've been posting, but. Yennefer and Geralt, because while I'm happily plotting other relationships as well, I have no intention of throwing out the canon relationships just to have the ones I'm plotting as well. Because they are all adults and bloody well can figure out how to make it all work.
"Of course I got your letters." Yennefer sighs, coming closer, studying him with a small frown that makes him reach out to cup her cheek, smoothing a thumb over the furrow in her brow. "There are interesting rumors in the city about you."
"The usual ones about why the Emperor bothers to have a barbarian Witcher in the family quarters of the palace?" He's heard more than one version of them, though they all boil down to the assumption that he is being fucked or has been fucked by Emhyr, and never mind the more prosaic truth.
Yennefer let out a huff of irritated laughter, leaning into his touch a moment before she straightens, reaching up to clasp his hand rather than leave it in place. "Not once?"
"Not even once." He meets her gaze easily, letting her see the truth of it in his face. Not for lack of an invitation, nor indeed for lack of interest, but he wouldn't do that behind Yennefer's back. He had no desire to hurt her like that.