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[princess_of_ida]

No. [Absolutely no hesitation.] It's necessary for what I am and what I must do back home.

[But then came the heavy pause.]

I just... wish it wasn't changing who I was. Integrating like it is.

[choicely]

Change happens for all of us, regardless of the circumstances that set it in motion.

I'm far from the woman I was when I first ascended to sorceress. I resisted it at first, but now... [ she trails off herself, and then there's a pause on her side before she continues. ] And perhaps you didn't envision that this new piece would change you in the way that it has, but not relinquishing it means opening yourself up to the possibility of accepting what you might become.

[princess_of_ida]

But he's so boring. Ugh. No wonder he fell for her, she's just the kind of woman for him.

[choicely]

He?

[princess_of_ida]

Fuck.

[Shitshitshitshitshit.]

My cavalier soul. The other half.

[Fuck.]

[choicely]

Did this soul happen to belong to another body, originally?

[princess_of_ida]

I'm not answering that.

[choicely]

[ if so, it puts a lot of things into perspective. ]

Well, my original point still stands. About accepting the change.

[princess_of_ida]

But what do I do about this marriage thing?

[choicely]

Have you tried speaking with Gilia about it?

[princess_of_ida]

Not yet. But I already know she'll say that she doesn't expect me to adhere to her societal customs. She knows mine is largely a monogamous society.

I just sorta do want it. I like the way she makes me feel. And she loves me. No one but my sister has ever loved me.

And, fuck, Yennefer, things are so simple with Gilia. But... I know it's the cavalier, not the necromancer that loves her. [But again, they're not separate entities anymore.]

The necromancer wants another just as much.

[choicely]

The longer this soul is a part of you, the less it might become apparent which half wants what.

Or, you might have to accept that one part of you is satisfied by one person, and one part of you is satisfied by someone else. I doubt anyone here is qualified to judge.

[ especially when they’re practically all fucking each other in some form, this tangled web of void-touched. sating zadza isn’t even the half of it anymore. ]

Besides, you said it yourself: Gilia doesn’t come from a sphere where monogamy is expected.

[princess_of_ida]

I know, I know, I know.

[Guess who's struggling with losing herself? That's the real issue. This marriage thing wouldn't have happened if not for Babs. So Ianthe thought.]

And Alina has someone else, too, and--

Fuck, I wish I didn't have feelings. I hate them.

[choicely]

[ so it’s alina. nothing yen intends to point out, but something she does make note of nevertheless. ]

They’re not ideal, I know.

[ says the sorceress who is currently trying to reconcile her own inconvenient emotions revolving around someone else. ]

[princess_of_ida]

Fuck I need a distraction. Fuck these belts.

[Being the Deathwarden meant she had to comply. Mostly.]

Can I talk you into coming over and like shoving me face first into the wall with my hair in you fist while you say filthy things in my ear, refusing to let me touch you?

[choicely]

[ a soft exhale from yennefer’s side that could certainly be perceived as a chuckle. ]

And in this scenario, I’d be touching you all I want. Is that it?

[princess_of_ida]

I mean, you can. No orgasms.

[Probably. Ianthe had made a necromantic copy if the key to her own belt.]

Just winding me up. You too. You're so dummy mommy, Yen.

[choicely]

That's what they say.

[ and for the sake of appearances, yennefer is capable of compliance — but she also has thought about potential workarounds. ]

You're the only one who calls me that, you know. [ a pause, and then: ] I can portal directly to the house.

[princess_of_ida]

That's a surprise. Though I suppose none of the "80s boys" are your type. They'd probably call you a dommy mommy, too. Does it bother you?

[Go on, Yen, ask over the network what one is and be entertained at the responses.]

Make sure not to attempt portaling inside. I'm not sure what would happen if you hit my wards, and I like you too much to just let it happen.

action swerve;

[choicely]

You mean the ones who pose hypothetical questions about trying to fuck the Duchess and other inane "dilemmas"? [ after a brief pause: ] ... it doesn't bother me when you say it.

[ yes, she has very little patience for that particular demographic, but that's also dependent on the times she isn't mentally blocking out most of the conversations happening. ]

Fair enough. I'll have my own wards on the cabin once it's finished.

[ at least she won't be freezing, waiting outside, and from her end, it's a relatively simple matter of opening a portal between ianthe's home and the boarding house, with only a soft knock on the door to herald her arrival a few minutes after she slips on a pair of shoes. ]

[princess_of_ida]

Yeah, them. Though, to be fair, I want to fuck Zlatka too.

[What? She's hot. Ianthe opened the door at the knock, reaching across the threshold to draw Yennefer inside past her wards.]

How close are you to being finished? You can still borrow my skeletons if they're being of help.

[choicely]

Nearly there. It’ll be finished by the next month.

[ which gives yennefer pause too — the notion that she’ll have been here long enough to think of herself still being here by then.

she lets herself be drawn inside, as they continue their conversation after that brief interruption. ]

Thanks in part to your assistance.

[princess_of_ida]

[Door closed, the fire was making it cozy inside. Ianthe pressed a quick kiss to Yennefer's cheek, a bone septum piercing brushing against her skin, before heading toward the bedroom where there was more open wall space. She started undoing ties on her clothing.]

Good. Constructs were simple but useful.

[choicely]

You'll have to show me how you did it sometime.

[ besides, yennefer may be using ianthe's cabin as more than one reference for her own build, at least when it comes to making it a cozier, livable space. it had been in a less-than-desirable state when she'd acquired it, but she's at least able to fill it with some necessities to make it a place to lay her head.

for now, she trails along behind ianthe into the bedroom with no real haste, gaze casually sweeping around them. ]

The extra manpower certainly helps.

[princess_of_ida]

I can't claim responsibility for creating Yorik and Viola. They were left behind wren Harrowhark disappeared; I co-opted them. She's a bone adept, so she can generate osseous material in ways I can't, creating then from but a few chips of bone.

[There certainly wasn't any hurry as Ianthe began pulling layers off. In the bedroom, the largest open wall bore a mural of a majestic stag in a field of flowers.]

But if I already have the bones in hand, I can create decent constructs. Like Craven - my deer mount. It's just naturally sourced human bone is hard to come by here given there are no buried bodies to repurpose.