A/N: Last request :) good ol’ Trissefer content

Triss sighs, lifting up her drink, as she watches Yennefer and Geralt laugh at something she would probably never understand. They were perfect for each other. She stares at the Witcher, feeling a pang of jealousy hit her at the mere thought of them being together. Maybe she was the fool for thinking they had something. For thinking that the look in Yennefer’s eyes meant that they were something more. She finishes the drink before placing the empty cup down with some force. She needs to get some fresh air. Triss gets up from the table and walks outside towards the balcony. She was unaware of a pair of eyes watching her.

She had been out there for a while when a familiar voice calls to her. 

“Triss!” She turns around and sees Yennefer walk up to her. “What are you doing out here?” 

Triss’s feels her stomach drop at the question, before forcing herself to give a smile. It would be wrong to ruin Yennefer’s mood as well. She would just act normal.  

“Just wanted some fresh air.”

Yennefer hums, before she leans against the balcony as well, neither saying anything as they stare out into the sea, watching the stars shimmer on the water. 

“Do you want to tell me why you were glaring at Geralt as if he just trampled through your garden?

Yennefer’s voice cuts through the silence, she was never one to beat around the bush. Triss stills, trying to think of something, anything that would excuse her actions. She could feel the woman looking at her, and she couldn’t meet her gaze right now. She just couldn't. 

“Triss.” The woman says her name so softly, so gently that she almost misses it. She takes Triss’s hand in her, before gently pulling her away from the balcony, and lifts her hand so she touches Yennefer’s cheek. Her eyes soft as a smile appears on Yennefer’s face. 

“What we have is bound by magic,” Yennefer says, “But what me and you have is real.”

Yennefer leans forward so their foreheads touch. Triss feels her magic around the edges of her own, asking for permission to be let in. She does and Triss is immediately flooded off her undying love for her fellow mage, it seems to make up every inch of her being, filling Triss with it. She can see the kind of love she holds for Geralt and Ciri and others but the kind she holds for her is blazing and constant. It makes Triss’s skin tingle at the power of it, of how sure Yennefer feels.  Triss fights to prevent tears of joy from coming out, as a joyful smile grows on her face. She was hers and always will be.  Nothing could come in between them. 

Its my friend’s bday, and I decided to get her with a “presentation” with a message in-between, and she fell for it omg the happiness I am emitting 💀💗