[ Drift wasn't entirely sure if he was even being sympathetic or his cup runneth over with an excess of self-pity enough to share. He knows both weren't mutually exclusive, but the lines blurred. Yennefer put an end to that, however. Her gulping down another mouthful of vodka was the abrupt halt on the matter as effective as any period at the end of a sentence. ]
We're all parts in the end. [ Soon as Drift said that, a grimace pinched his expression like something rotten crawled up his nose — that sounded more profound and significantly less slurred in his head. Face half-buried in the comforter. He retreats until one luminescent blue eye crests over the rumbled fabric. He looked up at Yennefer and thought how her face cradled in her hand pushed on her cheek, making her look her deceptively younger and more vulnerable. ]
Thank you for indulging me. [ He said, voice muffled. ]
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We're all parts in the end. [ Soon as Drift said that, a grimace pinched his expression like something rotten crawled up his nose — that sounded more profound and significantly less slurred in his head. Face half-buried in the comforter. He retreats until one luminescent blue eye crests over the rumbled fabric. He looked up at Yennefer and thought how her face cradled in her hand pushed on her cheek, making her look her deceptively younger and more vulnerable. ]
Thank you for indulging me. [ He said, voice muffled. ]