โโ
cass set off on some damned hunt and never came back . โ
his jaw clenches , hands shaking against the table, and he fiercely closes his eyes as if to block some tears from shedding.
โ thatโs all i know.โ
malavaiโs avoiding his gaze , practically crumbling beneath it .
his head is full of thoughts of cassair, of eskel leaving to get him, on whether if he was too late or not.
โ iโโ โ
he exhaled another unsteady breath, shaking his head.
โ i dunno, he didnโt โฆ
he didnโt say. โโ
thereโs something in malavaiโs eyes at that question. a swirl of regret and frustration.
โ heโs โโ โ
he swallows thickly , the words die in his throat but come back shaky and desperate.
โ heโs gone to get cassโ .
somethinโ โฆ.
somethinโs went wrong . โ
malavai has been hunched over one of his maps for hours, desperate for some sort of distraction. heโs only pulled out of that intense thought once he hears damianโs voice, and fixes his attention on the viper.
โ yeahโโ
yeah , of course.
whatโs on your mind ? โ
itโs like mal doesnโt even feel the grip to his shoulder , despite the fact itโs strong and supposed to be steadying.
he just shakes his head, gaze brimming with panic
โ i shouldaโ โฆ โ
he sounds breathless, choked up.
he clears his throat in a last stitch effort, โโ
eskel truly values his friendship with malavai , which is why he cannot even consider lying to him .
โ mal . . .โ
he grips his shoulder just a little too tight , but he at least has the decency to meet his eye .
โ mal , itโs gonna be okay .โ
โโ
but it hardly does any good.
โ i shouldaโ gone with him !
said damn it all and followed him anyway. now heโs gods knows where nโ i canโt โโ โ
he pauses , taking a ragged breath before he finally meets eskelโs eyes with a somewhat steely look, jaw tightening.
โ what โโ
itโs a good thing heโs at least considering it . .
because the silver-haired cartographer is pacing up to him with a horribly uneasy look โโ
like he just knows somethingโs wrong.
( he just has no clue ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ )
|| HELPSJSJSN
mal, before cass left: just remember, every time you look up at the moon, i too will be looking at a moon. not the same moon, obviously. thatโs impossible.
nervously fidgeting with the sleeve on his wrist , biting back a sour expression.
stupid, stupid, ๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฅ๐๐ .
he should have insisted on going . this is taking ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ .
|| if anyone wants to know what heโs up to heโs longingly touching the window and sighing out the words โwhen will my husband return from war.โ
โโ
taking the quill he was biting down on and using it to label some of the vials .
โ yeah ?
just how โ long runningโ are we talkinโ about here ?
that could mean anythinโ . you sortsโฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด , live pretty long donโt yaโ ? โ
needless to say , malavaiโs mind was pretty much useless at storing information about the ins and outs of magic, but that didnโt mean he wasnโt interested in the topic .
reaching one of the other tables, he sat down all the supplies, storing the parchment away before โโ
he just happened to be passing behind her , arms full of empty vials and parchment that he was supposed to be putting away, and with no spare hands he had resorted to holding a quill between his teeth.
โ whatโcha readinโ ? โ
he may have caught a glimpse of it over her shoulder.
fastening her hair up with a flourish of her hand, yennefer leans over her book, a curse perched on the tip of her tongue.
โ โ she hates when things donโt go her way
malavai couldnโt help the initial, hopeful glint that sparkled in his eyes , the way his silver brows were arched up in expectancy .
. . . nor could he help the way that looked died on his face with cassairโs answer .
it felt like an old sore being prodded at. he had โโ
โโ
he forced a smile to hide the sharp pang in his chest, but as expressive as malavai was โโ the guilt in his eyes made even the brightest of grins look sorrowful.
โ okay . . โ
his arms gently tightened around cassair, kissing his cheek as if to prove he was alright.
โโ