Who? [ Drift asked without thinking of it, seeing her eyes briefly wander towards some middle distance. As though the topic stirred up a memory. The simple question seemed harmless despite Yennefer offering little about herself that hadn't been inadvertent slips between the sheets at off hours.
They settle against each other once more until her body heat seeps into his ambient state. Drift didn't register the cold from the steady breeze as much as he did the stolen warmth bleeding into him. It was...comfortable to register something solid from her weight to the slight tickle of her hair against his face. ]
Ratchet created the simulation. [ Drift confessed, wistful. ] I wanted to — [ He looked back at the horizon, winking without millions of lights from fabricated windows like little ghosts ] understand, I suppose. Why someone might mourn this place in a way I couldn't.
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They settle against each other once more until her body heat seeps into his ambient state. Drift didn't register the cold from the steady breeze as much as he did the stolen warmth bleeding into him. It was...comfortable to register something solid from her weight to the slight tickle of her hair against his face. ]
Ratchet created the simulation. [ Drift confessed, wistful. ] I wanted to — [ He looked back at the horizon, winking without millions of lights from fabricated windows like little ghosts ] understand, I suppose. Why someone might mourn this place in a way I couldn't.