[ It's been years since the last time she laid eyes on him, but time passes differently now for those of them who do not show their age — at least not written in their faces but perhaps still displayed in their eyes, including the golden ones that stare out at her now from across the tavern's table once he slides himself into the seat that's only just been abandoned. Its previous occupant will be back, but Yennefer imagines he won't be too distressed about finding his place taken if Geralt is still sitting in it, especially since the witcher is hardly willing to play nice with others.
It would honestly be just like him to step out of a dark corner where he's obviously been lurking, to approach her after years gone and act as if barely a minute has transpired — and Yennefer simply watches him with calm neutrality, the only reaction betraying her in the quiet arch of a brow. ]
Is that what you think I concern myself with these days?
[ She's using the man for an entirely different purpose, but she's very nearly tempted to let Geralt believe what he will about who warms her bed now. ]
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It would honestly be just like him to step out of a dark corner where he's obviously been lurking, to approach her after years gone and act as if barely a minute has transpired — and Yennefer simply watches him with calm neutrality, the only reaction betraying her in the quiet arch of a brow. ]
Is that what you think I concern myself with these days?
[ She's using the man for an entirely different purpose, but she's very nearly tempted to let Geralt believe what he will about who warms her bed now. ]