closed starter for @brokenxclock yennefer && geralt
Yennefer was still recovering from the battle. She put on a strong persona, and of course, did all she could to pick up the pieces, but in reality, the sorceress was exhausted. Her whole body ached on a daily, her eyes stung, and most of the time she couldn’t even see properly. It was a price she had to pay to fight for what was right. Even if it meant others lost their lives in the process.
The woman sat at the bar, her fingers tapping against the glass that held her strong alcoholic beverage. She could hear the bard playing songs and while normally she’d get annoyed by it, today, she didn’t. She hummed along with the music, missing some notes here and there. Yen lifted the glass to her lips and paused when she heard an all too familiar voice. Her cheeks warmed, her stomach fluttered with butterflies, and her chest tightened. Geralt.
The sorceress turned in her seat, towards the voice. “I should have known you’d be here.” She said, a teasing smile playing on her lips. She could make him out enough, but her eyes still struggled to fully focus. Even with the magic she had, she couldn’t yet fix her vision.
















