Quiet for a moment, she watches the tension roll over him and notes that away for future introspection.
The stories she's been told of witchers is that they're more beast than man, savage beings closer to the monsters they hunt than the men they once were. She'd been warned to be wary of them, to avoid getting too close, not to trust the things they said and to avoid trusting them in kind.
Her brief acquaintance with Eskel has turned all those tales upside down, and she had been wondering if perhaps somewhere beneath all those muscles and all those scars lay a man who hoped for gentleness. There are times when she aches for it, herself, and her life is not nearly so bleak and lonely as his appears to be.
"I did not mean to offend," she says quietly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the hand curled into a fist. "My apologies."
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Date: 2020-09-02 04:17 pm (UTC)The stories she's been told of witchers is that they're more beast than man, savage beings closer to the monsters they hunt than the men they once were. She'd been warned to be wary of them, to avoid getting too close, not to trust the things they said and to avoid trusting them in kind.
Her brief acquaintance with Eskel has turned all those tales upside down, and she had been wondering if perhaps somewhere beneath all those muscles and all those scars lay a man who hoped for gentleness. There are times when she aches for it, herself, and her life is not nearly so bleak and lonely as his appears to be.
"I did not mean to offend," she says quietly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the hand curled into a fist. "My apologies."