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[bottle]

[awitcher]

[ Fate. Destiny. How he's come to loathe those words.

But when it comes to her. When it comes to Yennefer of Vengerberg, he might just come to believe in those words. Even if she herself might not and hell knows she has every reason not to.

He always hopes for these moments. That their paths might yet again cross in some village, some place, some speck of nowhere. It could be the fiery flames of the end of days itself and he would still find himself drawn to her amidst the chaos and carnage. Because loving Yennefer feels just like that some days... and he'd walk through those fires over and over again.

It's not a fiery hell which he finds her within this time. It's a tavern that he's come to tie Roach out to outside with another kill draped over his friend. Something for coin. Something to help get by. But his thoughts concerning any of that leave the second he sees her there and he finds himself uncertain with what to do.

So he chooses to hang back there at the bar, a tankard of ale asked for, and a chill which constantly nags along the nape of his neck. Wanting to look to her. To speak to her. To say something that he should have said many a time before. But all he can do is stare to her out of the corner of his eye over his shoulder. Coming to even ignore the drink which he's served.

For whenever Yennefer is in the room with him. Everything else just simply no longer sees to exist. ]

[bottle]

[Ever since she found out the truth about the wish he made with the djin, she's tried her best to avoid Geralt's orbit. It's not that she never thought of him or missed him -- she missed him terribly, in all truths, but she had no idea if she could trust those feelings or not. If they were real, or just another choice taken away from her. The last time they had departed it had been on horrible terms, and she had tried to convince herself it was for the best.

That she was better off without him.

But she's been terribly lonely, like a lone ship adrift at the sea. Fighting with the other sorceresses at Sodden had given her purpose, had given her an outlet for all the pain and anger she had built inside of her -- and yet, when she reflected on everyone who had hurt her to fuel that fire, he never came to mind.

She's been recovering since the battle, and mostly trying to keep a low profile, settling in a smaller town that doesn't care much if a sorceress takes up residence there for a while. But if there is one thing she's keenly aware of, it's when someone has their eye on her -- and she doesn't need to turn to confirm who it is, some part of her knows it's him. He sits, and he stares, and he doesn't say anything or approach her -- but Yennefer has never been one to take things passively. Which is why she grabs the glass of wine she's been nursing before making her way over to his table, sitting down across from him without asking for permission.]

It's rude to stare, Witcher.