Geralt probably ought to text or call before he stops in, but he doesn't care all that much for these devices. He's lived over a century without any kind of instant communication that wasn't face to face and he prefers it that way. It's... easier.
Makes more sense.
It also means he can stand at Yennefer's door as long as he needs to without her expecting him. Not long, in the balance, but there's a few long minutes. Knocking means accepting that she didn't keep her word to let him know how things went. He's allowed a moment to be disappointed by the failure.
He does knock though, twice, solid. Before he can stand in the hall long enough for it to feel awkward.
Yennefer doesn't use her device much either, minus when she was communicating with Tech. There's a pang of guilt when she thinks of her friend and what she's going through. Enough that it keeps her in hiding afterwards. Well, that and the fangs.
She especially didn't know how to face Geralt. He was a monster created to fight monsters, what would he think of her looking more monstrous? Even if she has her freedom it came with sacrifice and a cost that she wasn't sure was worth it.
So she hid, like a coward. And when she hears the knock on the door she hazards a guess at who might be on the other side -- it's not like she has a lot of people who would come visit her.
And less that can or want to right now.
So she makes her way to the door, opening it.
"Geralt." Between his heightened senses and the slight slur to her voice that's still there as she adjusts to the fangs...well, they should be rather obvious.
He hears as she approaches the door well enough to track her pace, to even realize the hesitation before she opens it. At the same time, there's no doubt that it is Yen.
At this point, he thinks he'd be able to tell it was her even without his enhanced senses. He'd simply know.
Even so, the sound as she says his name raises the hair on the back of his neck. It's a kind of wrongness he's keenly attuned to.
Frowning, he doesn't mince words. "What happened?"
Or maybe not so long as complicated and messier than she had hoped for. Is this all worse than what she had before or bad in a different way that's still better? She doesn't know.
She leads him back to her bedroom, locking the door and placing a privacy ward on it for good measure -- not that she expects her roommates to come home but still.
It is only then that she opens her mouth for him to see the fangs more clearly, as if answering the quiet question to why she didn't sound right.
Geralt steps closer, his hesitation falling away in the face of this change. He's seen others. A few of them have features that would make a subtle pair of fangs seem like nothing.
But it's not the same when it's Yennefer.
He cups her chin in one broad hand, tipping her face up while he lifts her lip slightly with his thumb to get a better look.
"Perhaps complicated is the better word." She wraps her arms around herself as if to protect herself -- but from what, she isn't quite sure. "You can go ahead and tell me you told me so."
Maybe that's it, she expects him to be angry at her. She's angry at herself. Not only for what happened with her but what Tech is going to suffer as well. It all went awry so quickly.
She doesn't know whether to stand or sit or what to do exactly so she finds herself pacing around the room as she begins to tell the story.
"We went to see him while the mares were rampant -- he was holed up in that damned Tunnel of Love, offering protecting to his brides. It seemed like the perfect opportunity -- but as you and I know such a thing does not exist. It was good we went when we did though -- he had planned on taking his brides back with him. You can see where that's not exactly something I wanted to do -- so I had to figure out something he'd want, something that would appeal to his sensibilities to get him to agree to the spell. We needed not only his agreement but his blood, like how I drank it during that almost wedding. I told him he could change one thing about me -- I've let my body be altered before, what was one more time?"
Geralt may not always pick up on social cues, but he's not dumb and Yennefer imagines he'll be able to read between the lines. Alteration. Blood. Fangs.
"And that offer pleased him," Geralt fills in easily enough. And of course that had appealed to the lord of Hell for some obscure reason. Maybe because she was coming to it herself, because consent matters in magical affairs.
Or maybe it's just his perversion. He enjoys altering people, and usually he doesn't have volunteers.
"That's not all there is to the story, I told you, it was complicated." And she could leave it at that but Geralt had to hunt her down, at least she can do is try to give light to why she was hiding in the first place.
"And I wasn't the only one who needed freeing. Tech was friends with one of other brides. So we tried to arrange an agreement for that. Mammon wanted to alter me as much as he saw fit into perpetuity -- another type of ownership. I declined. Then he said I would owe a favor worth the weight of two souls which wasn't much better and I guess Tech knows more about this than I do, considering he offered himself up instead, to be feasted on like he was in the hospital for at least a month."
She stops pacing, the feeling of queasiness returning to her stomach. Tech says she doesn't owe him so why does it still feel like she does. "Before I could try to offer anything else they had signed the contract and all there was to be done was casting the spell. Tech worked as my conduit....and I had gathered all the other components needed but there was still the issue of the blood. That's why he gave me fangs. Asshole pervert wanted me to drink from the source. It was disgusting -- the act -- but the blood itself gave me a high unlike anything I had experienced before, had Tech not been there I might have been willing to stay with Mammon willingly. But I didn't. And now I am free and Tech is packing to be tortured for a month and I shouldn't care, right. Using people is what I do, right? I got what I wanted, you said it yourself."
She turns to face him, violet eyes wet with emotion. Her voice is softer and Geralt knows her well enough to recognize a rare emotion in there: guilt. And regret.
"Except it doesn't feel like what I wanted at all. Even when I realized a clean victory was out of the picture I didn't expect for it to be as bad as it got. I did not want someone I consider a friend to suffer on my behalf."
Geralt quiets as Yennefer tells the full story, his stony expression falling slightly. It softens slightly, subtle changes in his expression that might have been lost on those who didn't know him well. Yen is among to few who know him well enough to understand the weary way his brow lowers and his jaw tightens, what the lines on his forehead mean.
He doesn't like it, and she's right. It is more complicated than he guessed. The fact he warned her this wouldn't end well is no comfort.
"Of course it's not what you want, Yen, you're not heartless." She's just impulsive, and stubborn, and blind to the potential consequences of her actions until they're on top of her. All that, he's smart enough to keep to himself.
"Are you all right otherwise?" he asks, focusing instead on the problem. "Physically. Have there been any other changes?"
He had warned her yes, but she's not sure she would have been any better if she had held off longer. Mammon had been planning on taking them back after the carnival. She had to try something. It just didn't go the way she wanted, as they so often didn't.
"There are others who might disagree with you on that assessment." That she wasn't heartless, that is.
"Physically, I seem to be fine. There's no....cravings, at least so far. I don't know if that means there never will be. Maybe the demon blood just satiated me for now."
And it's disturbing, not knowing. But this is the choice she made, the one she has to live with.
"My ears didn't change back when the spell broke, but it could be worse."
Not entirely reassuring, but it's probably the best answer she can give. The fact she's considered the possibility might be a good sign. It means Yennefer has her wits about her enough to watch for signs of a change.
Or it might be a sign of just how much of an effect her one foray into vampirism had on her.
In the end, Geralt can only sigh and accept the answer.
"Perhaps the changes are only superficial then." A pause, then he adds, "It's not surprising the ears didn't change. It seems like with some exceptions, the only thing that cures that kind of transformation is redemption."
It's a little bit of both. The one foray had had quite the effect...but she also knew she needed to be keeping out for signs of things getting worse again. She finally stops pacing and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to her, a silent invitation if he wants to join her.
Not that she blames him if he doesn't.
She snorts a little at his words, her voice rather humorless. "I suppose I should get used to them, then. I think we both know I'm not made for redemption."
"You could be made for many things, if you set your mind to it." Geralt moves closer at a careful pace, hesitating only briefly before he sits. He doesn't quite stifle a grunt, thoughtful rather than the result of creaking joints.
"I'd think that's clear considering this whole stunt. If you're determined, there's not much that will hold you back."
Or maybe the one thing Yennefer can't do is follow the rules.
"I have been told I'm very stubborn when I want something."
But her words lack the regular bite or humor they have to them. It's hard to feel good about any of it, knowing what Tech agreed to. Is she bad for not trying to stop it? It had been his choice to make....and yet...
She's uncharacteristically quiet for some time before speaking.
"I'm sorry I broke my promise to you. I was shaken up after everything, and afraid of how you might respond, but those aren't good experiences."
"How did you think I'd react?" Geralt asks, his voice low as he watches her. She looks fragile like this. Despite everything, he'd normally be one to say only a fool would mistake Yennefer for fragile. Delicate. Those slim hands of hers were capable of doing far more damage than he ever could.
But she does look somehow... breakable.
"I would have helped you. I would have helped you if you brought me with you too."
"I don't know, I guess I was worried you would be disgusted with me. Or disappointed."
Even if these changes were normal here....he was a monster made to hunt other monsters, and now she is more monstrous. Yennefer would never admit it, but she has felt....very fragile since she left that tunnel. Even if she had her freedom...she was still stuck in this place. And someone she cared about was suffering on her behalf, and she was pretty sure she wasn't worth it. So maybe she had been projecting her feelings about herself onto Geralt -- it wouldn't be the first time.
"I should have trusted you more, maybe things would have turned out differently if I had."
It is not often Yennefer apologizes to anyone and it probably shouldn't take such extreme circumstances for it to happen, but here they were.
"I know." As in, she knows he's not happy. She won't apologize again, it's not in her nature to do much of that to begin with, let over and over again. He knows she regrets some of the choices she made. Yennefer always sees better in hindsight, is the problem.
But she knows she needs to try to keep being honest with him, as much as she'd rather do anything but talk right now. "I thought I had enough figured out, and when he said he was planning on leaving with us after the carnival -- it felt like there was no turning back."
As apologies go, it's rather lackluster. From someone else it might be hard to call it an apology at all, exactly. Geralt isn't one to apologize much either, though, and he knows Yen. He can tell when she expresses regret—and what it means to share that with him.
"For what it's worth, I'm glad you're still here." There's not much point in berating her for what's done.
For him, this might be accepting an apology. "I wouldn't want to risk losing you again."
Look, she said the words I'm sorry that's all an apology needs, right? Okay, maybe not, but she's not exactly good at this. She's glad he doesn't berate her for it. she'll get enough of that later from jaskier
She reaches out to grab his hand, though whether it's to reassure himself or her she's not sure.
"And you haven't. I'm still me....just a little different now."
"I know," he assures her. He gives her a squeeze, his hand solid and rough, showing no hesitation in his touch.
There's no way to pretend he's not concerned, or not bothered. She's changed already, and it's difficult not to see the slippery slope in this, how one change leads to another and so on.
But he won't abandon her to that fate. If she needs someone to pull her back, who better than Geralt?
His hand his solid and rough, a steadying warmth where she needs it, even if she doesn't necessarily deserve it. She broke her word to him. She messed up in so many places and she had been too stubborn to listen when he warned because she thought that any cost would be worth her freedom.
After everything that went down....she's not so sure.
She rests her head on his broad shoulder, for once not seeking anything from him other than closeness. And maybe because she needs to break how fucking bleak it feels a little:
"If I ever see that Tunnel again I'm burning it down."
That gets a chuckle out of him. The kind that says that if she tries, he won't stop her. That if she wants to burn it down, the place probably has it coming. Maybe a few more places around here could stand to be burnt down.
He huffs then, not entirely ready to let her change the subject.
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Makes more sense.
It also means he can stand at Yennefer's door as long as he needs to without her expecting him. Not long, in the balance, but there's a few long minutes. Knocking means accepting that she didn't keep her word to let him know how things went. He's allowed a moment to be disappointed by the failure.
He does knock though, twice, solid. Before he can stand in the hall long enough for it to feel awkward.
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Yennefer doesn't use her device much either, minus when she was communicating with Tech. There's a pang of guilt when she thinks of her friend and what she's going through. Enough that it keeps her in hiding afterwards. Well, that and the fangs.
She especially didn't know how to face Geralt. He was a monster created to fight monsters, what would he think of her looking more monstrous? Even if she has her freedom it came with sacrifice and a cost that she wasn't sure was worth it.
So she hid, like a coward. And when she hears the knock on the door she hazards a guess at who might be on the other side -- it's not like she has a lot of people who would come visit her.
And less that can or want to right now.
So she makes her way to the door, opening it.
"Geralt." Between his heightened senses and the slight slur to her voice that's still there as she adjusts to the fangs...well, they should be rather obvious.
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At this point, he thinks he'd be able to tell it was her even without his enhanced senses. He'd simply know.
Even so, the sound as she says his name raises the hair on the back of his neck. It's a kind of wrongness he's keenly attuned to.
Frowning, he doesn't mince words. "What happened?"
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"Come inside, it's a long story."
Or maybe not so long as complicated and messier than she had hoped for. Is this all worse than what she had before or bad in a different way that's still better? She doesn't know.
She leads him back to her bedroom, locking the door and placing a privacy ward on it for good measure -- not that she expects her roommates to come home but still.
It is only then that she opens her mouth for him to see the fangs more clearly, as if answering the quiet question to why she didn't sound right.
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But it's not the same when it's Yennefer.
He cups her chin in one broad hand, tipping her face up while he lifts her lip slightly with his thumb to get a better look.
"Doesn't seem that long to me."
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She waits until he's done with his inspection of her Interview with a Vampirelike fangs.
"Perhaps complicated is the better word." She wraps her arms around herself as if to protect herself -- but from what, she isn't quite sure. "You can go ahead and tell me you told me so."
Maybe that's it, she expects him to be angry at her. She's angry at herself. Not only for what happened with her but what Tech is going to suffer as well. It all went awry so quickly.
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What good would it do them? It's not like he can change Yennefer's mind in retrospect.
"If it's complicated, I guess you better explain it thoroughly."
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She doesn't know whether to stand or sit or what to do exactly so she finds herself pacing around the room as she begins to tell the story.
"We went to see him while the mares were rampant -- he was holed up in that damned Tunnel of Love, offering protecting to his brides. It seemed like the perfect opportunity -- but as you and I know such a thing does not exist. It was good we went when we did though -- he had planned on taking his brides back with him. You can see where that's not exactly something I wanted to do -- so I had to figure out something he'd want, something that would appeal to his sensibilities to get him to agree to the spell. We needed not only his agreement but his blood, like how I drank it during that almost wedding. I told him he could change one thing about me -- I've let my body be altered before, what was one more time?"
Geralt may not always pick up on social cues, but he's not dumb and Yennefer imagines he'll be able to read between the lines. Alteration. Blood. Fangs.
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Or maybe it's just his perversion. He enjoys altering people, and usually he doesn't have volunteers.
"So you're free now. You got what you wanted."
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"That's not all there is to the story, I told you, it was complicated." And she could leave it at that but Geralt had to hunt her down, at least she can do is try to give light to why she was hiding in the first place.
"And I wasn't the only one who needed freeing. Tech was friends with one of other brides. So we tried to arrange an agreement for that. Mammon wanted to alter me as much as he saw fit into perpetuity -- another type of ownership. I declined. Then he said I would owe a favor worth the weight of two souls which wasn't much better and I guess Tech knows more about this than I do, considering he offered himself up instead, to be feasted on like he was in the hospital for at least a month."
She stops pacing, the feeling of queasiness returning to her stomach. Tech says she doesn't owe him so why does it still feel like she does. "Before I could try to offer anything else they had signed the contract and all there was to be done was casting the spell. Tech worked as my conduit....and I had gathered all the other components needed but there was still the issue of the blood. That's why he gave me fangs. Asshole pervert wanted me to drink from the source. It was disgusting -- the act -- but the blood itself gave me a high unlike anything I had experienced before, had Tech not been there I might have been willing to stay with Mammon willingly. But I didn't. And now I am free and Tech is packing to be tortured for a month and I shouldn't care, right. Using people is what I do, right? I got what I wanted, you said it yourself."
She turns to face him, violet eyes wet with emotion. Her voice is softer and Geralt knows her well enough to recognize a rare emotion in there: guilt. And regret.
"Except it doesn't feel like what I wanted at all. Even when I realized a clean victory was out of the picture I didn't expect for it to be as bad as it got. I did not want someone I consider a friend to suffer on my behalf."
She knows as well as anyone she isn't worth it.
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He doesn't like it, and she's right. It is more complicated than he guessed. The fact he warned her this wouldn't end well is no comfort.
"Of course it's not what you want, Yen, you're not heartless." She's just impulsive, and stubborn, and blind to the potential consequences of her actions until they're on top of her. All that, he's smart enough to keep to himself.
"Are you all right otherwise?" he asks, focusing instead on the problem. "Physically. Have there been any other changes?"
That, at least, is a practical concern.
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He had warned her yes, but she's not sure she would have been any better if she had held off longer. Mammon had been planning on taking them back after the carnival. She had to try something. It just didn't go the way she wanted, as they so often didn't.
"There are others who might disagree with you on that assessment." That she wasn't heartless, that is.
"Physically, I seem to be fine. There's no....cravings, at least so far. I don't know if that means there never will be. Maybe the demon blood just satiated me for now."
And it's disturbing, not knowing. But this is the choice she made, the one she has to live with.
"My ears didn't change back when the spell broke, but it could be worse."
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Or it might be a sign of just how much of an effect her one foray into vampirism had on her.
In the end, Geralt can only sigh and accept the answer.
"Perhaps the changes are only superficial then." A pause, then he adds, "It's not surprising the ears didn't change. It seems like with some exceptions, the only thing that cures that kind of transformation is redemption."
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It's a little bit of both. The one foray had had quite the effect...but she also knew she needed to be keeping out for signs of things getting worse again. She finally stops pacing and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to her, a silent invitation if he wants to join her.
Not that she blames him if he doesn't.
She snorts a little at his words, her voice rather humorless. "I suppose I should get used to them, then. I think we both know I'm not made for redemption."
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"I'd think that's clear considering this whole stunt. If you're determined, there's not much that will hold you back."
Or maybe the one thing Yennefer can't do is follow the rules.
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"I have been told I'm very stubborn when I want something."
But her words lack the regular bite or humor they have to them. It's hard to feel good about any of it, knowing what Tech agreed to. Is she bad for not trying to stop it? It had been his choice to make....and yet...
She's uncharacteristically quiet for some time before speaking.
"I'm sorry I broke my promise to you. I was shaken up after everything, and afraid of how you might respond, but those aren't good experiences."
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But she does look somehow... breakable.
"I would have helped you. I would have helped you if you brought me with you too."
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"I don't know, I guess I was worried you would be disgusted with me. Or disappointed."
Even if these changes were normal here....he was a monster made to hunt other monsters, and now she is more monstrous. Yennefer would never admit it, but she has felt....very fragile since she left that tunnel. Even if she had her freedom...she was still stuck in this place. And someone she cared about was suffering on her behalf, and she was pretty sure she wasn't worth it. So maybe she had been projecting her feelings about herself onto Geralt -- it wouldn't be the first time.
"I should have trusted you more, maybe things would have turned out differently if I had."
It is not often Yennefer apologizes to anyone and it probably shouldn't take such extreme circumstances for it to happen, but here they were.
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Does that make her monstrous? More than her elfin blood does, or his golden eyes?
"But I'm not disgusted either. You don't have to be worried about that."
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"I know." As in, she knows he's not happy. She won't apologize again, it's not in her nature to do much of that to begin with, let over and over again. He knows she regrets some of the choices she made. Yennefer always sees better in hindsight, is the problem.
But she knows she needs to try to keep being honest with him, as much as she'd rather do anything but talk right now. "I thought I had enough figured out, and when he said he was planning on leaving with us after the carnival -- it felt like there was no turning back."
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"For what it's worth, I'm glad you're still here." There's not much point in berating her for what's done.
For him, this might be accepting an apology. "I wouldn't want to risk losing you again."
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Look, she said the words I'm sorry that's all an apology needs, right? Okay, maybe not, but she's not exactly good at this. She's glad he doesn't berate her for it.
she'll get enough of that later from jaskierShe reaches out to grab his hand, though whether it's to reassure himself or her she's not sure.
"And you haven't. I'm still me....just a little different now."
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There's no way to pretend he's not concerned, or not bothered. She's changed already, and it's difficult not to see the slippery slope in this, how one change leads to another and so on.
But he won't abandon her to that fate. If she needs someone to pull her back, who better than Geralt?
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After everything that went down....she's not so sure.
She rests her head on his broad shoulder, for once not seeking anything from him other than closeness. And maybe because she needs to break how fucking bleak it feels a little:
"If I ever see that Tunnel again I'm burning it down."
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He huffs then, not entirely ready to let her change the subject.
"So what do we do now."
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