[His answer would have been the same, had he known her true question. Why stay on the station? Because here he could make it right. Here, he could perhaps be human again. After so long.
The dark doesn't bother him anymore. Not like it used to, when every dawn was longed for and every dust feared from under cold furs.
Yennefer lands in his arms, against his chest and the very human part of him should be evident already in his thundering heartbeat so close to her naked skin.
Skin that presses against his hands until he shifts a little, pulling her closer as he wraps her more firmly in his embrace.
There's a beat of silence, of listening to her breathing in the darkness. The soft sounds of cloth rustling and the whoosh of air fanning out against his neck, before he slides a hand up to cup the side of her face.]
I could show you that I still bleed like one- [A whispered sentence, his lips close enough to hers to brush against them with every single word]
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The dark doesn't bother him anymore. Not like it used to, when every dawn was longed for and every dust feared from under cold furs.
Yennefer lands in his arms, against his chest and the very human part of him should be evident already in his thundering heartbeat so close to her naked skin.
Skin that presses against his hands until he shifts a little, pulling her closer as he wraps her more firmly in his embrace.
There's a beat of silence, of listening to her breathing in the darkness. The soft sounds of cloth rustling and the whoosh of air fanning out against his neck, before he slides a hand up to cup the side of her face.]
I could show you that I still bleed like one- [A whispered sentence, his lips close enough to hers to brush against them with every single word]