desolation | ♕ DUPLICITY

( geralt waits, uncharacteristically nervous about what might happen if he makes the wrong move. usually, he doesn't care but he has to be careful here or risk her throwing him out.

so, he waits while she settles, letting her find the position she's most comfortable with before he sits down beside her. a second or two later, he shifts himself around and rests his head against her lap.

it's not the first time he's done this but he's forgotten how it feels, how it relaxes and unwinds something deep inside of him. he closes his eyes and breathes out raggedly. )

Is this all right?

[ she doesn't expect to feel the relief in this as much as she does, even when it isn't her own head being rested. but in feeling him relax against her, laying down along her side to bring his head down onto her lap, she feels the vein of that old trust resurrect itself, the way it had ignited so long ago now, when they'd begun to learn one another, when casual affairs had first begun to transform into something more.

it reminds her of how much she's missed it, to not only trust him so much but to feel his trust in her. in all that's happened as of late, it's almost as if she'd been taking it for granted. ]

Quite all right. [ she whispers with honest assurance.

slowly, her fingers land on his hair, slow and light as they stroke gently along the strands, still almost hesitantly, as if still testing her movements. ] Are you comfortable?

I am.

( he finds that he is always comfortable when he's with her. she has a calming effect on him, their last few encounters notwithstanding. she knows him well and he knows her well and he knows that he is safe with her.

he wishes that things were less of a mess than they were right now and he wishes that he knew how to fix them but he's grateful for her kindness.

he takes a slow breath and closes his eyes, letting it out as he feels his body relax. )

You can tell me to go if it becomes uncomfortable.

It's your apartment. I should hardly be kicking you out.

[ though she understands the intent of his words, his attempts at making it clear where they stand, that the choice in all of this remains hers. it adds a guilt to all that she's made of this of the heart-torn lovers they've become as her own selfish needs have commanded the paths of their relationship.

but right now, she doesn't wish to speak of those things, wanting to imagine them as they were, if only for the moment, with his hair brushed beneath her fingertips, feeling the soft breaths that leave his lips as she relaxes on her lap.

quietly, she begins to hum wordlessly, some old song she'd listened to when she was younger. ]

( he closes his eyes. he doesn't know if this is going to be enough to actually ease him into sleep but it does help him relax. he thinks that's more of her effect than what she's doing.

ever since yennefer's arrival, he's felt disconnected from morgana in a way that he doesn't like. he wants to be close to her like this and he wants to feel her against him like this and he hadn't known if he'd completely ruined that.

sighing, he presses his cheek into her thighs and stretches a bit. )

That's a nice song.

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