[Vex acknowledges it, her mood not falling but she does show appropriate seriousness. She also shows a certain reverence as she traces over the raised scar. She takes her time, letting the meaning sink in.
Silently appreciating what the scars mean: whatever Yennefer had been going through that led her to these, Vex is glad she survived it.
And she respects that Yen kept the reminder.]
But they are still meaningful, aren't they? And I wouldn't call them unattractive. I stand by them being evidence that you're strong.
[ The pain of memory is dim, and distant; Yennefer has the advantage of time, and living as long as she has, to come to terms with a moment from her past when she was at her lowest. But she also knows the value inherent in keeping these scars as a reminder — not just so she can look at them, or trace them with her fingertips as Vex is doing now, and recall, but also in order to avoid ever coming so low again. ]
Well, as long as they're attractive.
[ She can afford herself a more self-depricating chuckle, a wry expression, but she leaves her arm, upturned, in Vex's hold. ]
For all you know, I shared that story solely with the intention of getting you to touch me.
If that's the case, I suppose it's successful. Though...
[She smiles and leans a little closer, her expression conspiratorial. It would be easy to lean into humor, to unseriousness, as a defense. But she doesn't quite summon that.
There is still levity, but also truth when she says.]
I'm almost sorry to tell you that if that's the case, you needn't have gone to all of the effort.
[ When Yennefer's expression sobers, it isn't because the mood has been ruined — far from it. If anything, their conversation simply slips into softer territory, buoyed by a mutual, improved understanding.
Wordlessly, at least for the moment, she shifts her arm in Vex's hold until their fingers are brushing, a skimming contact that doesn't necessarily become anything firmer — merely having the freedom, the permission, to initiate contact proves a thrill all on its own. ]
[The choice of words spreads an unexpected warmth through Vex, and her head bows slightly to hide the moment of vulnerability from Yennefer's eyes. She huffs softly, almost a laugh, almost rueful. Worth the effort hasn't been something Vex has often been found. Outside of her brother, she'd come to expect she wouldn't be worth the effort back home. Here, it's been a gap in her armor that Sweeney has managed to exploit ruthlessly. The way Yennefer steals into that hole is more subtle, but not less effective.
She doesn't pull back from the light contact though.
She lingers in the pleasant, shivery sense of surprise that her visit has turned to something more intimate than she would have predicted.]
It's easy to forget that sometimes, especially when you're running from one crisis to another.
[Vex's eyes come up then, looking for Yennefer's.]
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[Vex acknowledges it, her mood not falling but she does show appropriate seriousness. She also shows a certain reverence as she traces over the raised scar. She takes her time, letting the meaning sink in.
Silently appreciating what the scars mean: whatever Yennefer had been going through that led her to these, Vex is glad she survived it.
And she respects that Yen kept the reminder.]
But they are still meaningful, aren't they? And I wouldn't call them unattractive. I stand by them being evidence that you're strong.
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Well, as long as they're attractive.
[ She can afford herself a more self-depricating chuckle, a wry expression, but she leaves her arm, upturned, in Vex's hold. ]
For all you know, I shared that story solely with the intention of getting you to touch me.
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[She smiles and leans a little closer, her expression conspiratorial. It would be easy to lean into humor, to unseriousness, as a defense. But she doesn't quite summon that.
There is still levity, but also truth when she says.]
I'm almost sorry to tell you that if that's the case, you needn't have gone to all of the effort.
You are very easy to want to touch.
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Wordlessly, at least for the moment, she shifts her arm in Vex's hold until their fingers are brushing, a skimming contact that doesn't necessarily become anything firmer — merely having the freedom, the permission, to initiate contact proves a thrill all on its own. ]
Some things are worth a bit of extra effort.
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She doesn't pull back from the light contact though.
She lingers in the pleasant, shivery sense of surprise that her visit has turned to something more intimate than she would have predicted.]
It's easy to forget that sometimes, especially when you're running from one crisis to another.
[Vex's eyes come up then, looking for Yennefer's.]
But we're not in a hurry now.