[Like always, he stays in the shadows, watching from behind the cover of darkness, as Yennefer walks through her own memory. Sees the wounded and the dead, the devastation of a war he doesn't have a stake in.
See her, blood drying on her skin and eyes wet with unshed tears as the scene plays out, looking uncertain and weavering like she never did on the station.
Indecision in the lines of her shoulders, in the shaking of her hands as she talks to a woman - clearly dying, breath hitching and skin growing paler- quiet words, that change the look of fear in Yennefer's eyes in to something...
better.
He watches as she steps up, overlooking the battlefield and the growing, gathering army, watches as she brings the light, calling it (casting it, fingertips glowing like fireflies). As the field is set ablaze, men crumbling under the force of her chaos (magic, science) as they burn
and he never looks away.]
Yennefer.
[A gentle calling with his own hand against her cheek, crouched down to where she lays crumpled on the ground and the fire spreads around them, licking at the base of the cliff.]
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See her, blood drying on her skin and eyes wet with unshed tears as the scene plays out, looking uncertain and weavering like she never did on the station.
Indecision in the lines of her shoulders, in the shaking of her hands as she talks to a woman - clearly dying, breath hitching and skin growing paler- quiet words, that change the look of fear in Yennefer's eyes in to something...
better.
He watches as she steps up, overlooking the battlefield and the growing, gathering army, watches as she brings the light, calling it (casting it, fingertips glowing like fireflies). As the field is set ablaze, men crumbling under the force of her chaos (magic, science) as they burn
and he never looks away.]
Yennefer.
[A gentle calling with his own hand against her cheek, crouched down to where she lays crumpled on the ground and the fire spreads around them, licking at the base of the cliff.]