Ciri opens her mouth to speak but.. nothing came out.
Her lips quivered, unable to look away from Yennefer as she clenches a fist and tries to calm herself.
โ I merely.. can't stop thinking about you mother. In my head, in my dreams.. every day. โ +
what did you mean by that?โ
For once, Yennefer was genuinely uncertain. Perhaps Ciri had simply learned to hide her thoughts too well from herโor perhaps Yennefer was only beginning to realize that there were things even she couldnโt see.
โ You... you do? โ
Pale cheeks flush with a bright shade of red as emerald green hues stare into violet with a look of fearful longing.
She had to step away, and soon. The more she looks at Yennefer the more she could feel herself losing it.
Ciri's eyes widen for a brief moment, not just at being called Yennefer's girl further cementing the guilt Ciri had over feelings for her own " mother ", but at her touch.
Those soft, warm fingers running across her scalp as Ciri leans into her warmth, cheek nuzzled to palm. +
โI do, my girl.โ
Her fingers gently brushed through Ciriโs hair as she held her gaze.
โI always know whatโs going on in that head of yours, Ciriโฆ well, almost everything.โ
Ah, damn. She heard her?
โ Perhaps you should be,
mothโโ Yennefer. โ
Ah, she had such a habit of calling Yennefer her mother. Even though she wasn't.
It's part of what made her ashamed of feelings long since harbored.
โ It's getting hard to fight. โ
Ciri hadn't noticed the drow herself, of course. Too busy daydreaming about the sorceress that haunts her dreams and makes her heart race.
..The thoughts quickly became sexual, of course.
The Drow is going to try her best and pretend she hasn't detected the stranger's thoughts... Unable to help the soft smile appearing on her face as she thought the sentiments of this "Yennifer" were rather... Charming~