#shininginyourlight

"Jo?" it comes as a whisper, stepping out of a room as quiet as possible. The door closes with a very hushed thud. Firm by firm step, he moves closer and closer to Sawashiro. He takes a second, staring before a light smile appears, it decorates his exhaustion a little more gently. "He's asleep, for now."

He beckons the man to a nearby couch, taking a deep breath as he seats. "Though, it's a cold night, I don't know how long it'll last..." He'd hope a little more than usual. As habit, he reaches for his pack of cigarettes and, before he can take one out, he decides to place it on a nearby table.

Soft & Sweet Sentence Starter - @shininginyourlight mused: ❛ this is a good look for you. ❜ Istredd @ Yen

Yennefer smiled a little bit, but continued to put her earrings in as she addressed him next. "Telling me I'm pretty isn't exactly news, but I appreciate your candor..." she looked over at him, giving him a onceover. "You look nice too. I might not say it often, but I think it from time to time."

sterling, absolutely LOSING IT with laughter

HER JOURNEY THROUGH THE CAVE IS DEAFENINGLY QUIET. she anticipated as much, given esquie is currently traipsing around the continent with alicia and her little friends. there’s only one occupant she expects to find at the end of her path. bioluminescent mushrooms guide her steps along THIS GRAVEYARD OF MEMORIES, old remnants of a childhood clea has seldom thought of in years. she’s all but reached françois’s personal living quarters when a stream of colourful expletives breaks the silence, halting her advance at once. a warning, should any perceived intruders dare to approach. her dearest companion certainly seems to have grown pricklier since the last time she’s seen him. perhaps she was a fool to believe she’d be getting a warm reception. not like she deserves it, considering her sustained absence. daily visits becoming weekly, then monthly, until they stopped entirely. her courage wanes, uncertainty blooming in its vacancy. she should turn back, it's the smart thing to do. leave him, along with the rest of this canvas in the past, where they belong. COBWEBBED RELICS LOST TO HISTORY. after a moment’s hesitation, she decides to push forward, before she can think better of it. ❝ ahem, excuse you. where are your manners? is that really any way to welcome a guest? ❞