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Hii, can you please write Yen x Tissaia, where Yen returns back to Aretuza after Sodden, and she is not really herself. As she lost a lot of weight and the fire in her eyes is gone, so Tissaia makes it her responsibility to take care of Yen and bring her love back to life?

Hello Anon!!

I most certainly can, I hope it's to your liking <3

I hope this is what you asked for as I may have gone off the prompt at parts slightly :)

Happy Reading and Enjoy <3

Tissaia had not had a headache to this proportion in centuries, her throat had bled hoarse after Sodden. She had screamed Yennefer's name for hours, her ears ringing and her pulse rushing.

She had inhaled dimeritium powder only moments before, had been encased in Yennefer's protective magic like a blanket of safety, she had collapsed previously and held her head high, as she watched Yennefer wreak chaos down upon the Nilfgaardian soldiers.

That was 6 weeks ago, Yennefer had vanished after releasing a considerable amount of her chaos. Tissaia had spent every waking hour searching the continent with her chaos and spies for any sight of the younger mage, she would not lose hope, it mattered not the amount of days and hours with no word Tissaia refused to give up hope.

Were she more of the religious kind she would be praying constantly, in fact she had found herself asking whoever or whatever was out there for the safe return of the younger mage.

She cared little if the other mage had her chaos or not, she knew it likely heartbreaking for Yennefer a lack of it but she only wished she got back safely.

Tissaia was stood on the observatory, looking over the waves splashing against the cliffs of Tor Lara, she had the scroll of the names of those who had died floating in front of her. She had writ the names of those who had fallen herself and today after much probing and persuading from Sabrina and Rita she was adding Yennefer's name.

She recalled years ago when a young frail girl had attempted to take her life, she remembered asking the girl if she knew how many people would blink when she died.

It was as she added the final curls of the g in Vengerberg that she did just that. She inhaled sharply closing her eyes and exhaling shakily.

Checking the clock she realised she had a chapter meeting to attend in minutes, they were to be discussing the aftermath of Sodden. What to do with the empty chapter and teaching positions and where to lay the bodies which were if recovered were currently in the catacombs of Tor Lara, spelled in stasis for the time being.

Arriving in the chambers where the meeting was held she glanced around the room to see who was in attendance, Vilgefortz was at the edge of the room conversing with Stregobor and Triss was to the side speaking with Rita and Sabrina, usually and by that she means before Sodden she would have made her way to talk to Vanielle or Coral. That was not to be anymore.

Before she could decide what to do or who to approach Gertard called the meeting to commence.

They'd been sat debating the burials for at least an hour by the time the actual names were brought up, Tissaia in her continued grief and heartbreak wasn't feeling this meeting and she wasn't particularly feeling the want to argue the rights of the dead alongside the others.

"Be that as it may we have 14 dead." Tissaia zoned back in from her own thoughts to hear Stregobor drawl on.

"Thirteen."

Tissaia moved so fast she would've feared whiplash if it weren't for the waves of emotion crashing over her.

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Yennefer had travelled by foot across the continent, she had been held captive by the scant remaining Nilfgaardians and Fringilla, from their she was taken to the Elves. The only way she escaped them without consequence was the fact that they recognised her elven blood.

After 6 weeks of constant walking, lack of food and questionable water she was more skeletal than even her first days of Aretuza and that was after years of neglect and abuse.

Her eyes were bloodshot and dim, her ribs were poking out evident against the skin tight rags she had fashioned from what was left of her rope dress she'd worn to fight at Sodden.

When she spotted the spiels of Aretuza in the distance she almost wept with a range of emotions, relief, anger, grief, fear and worry.

She stumbled through the halls, questioning how empty they were before hearing the raised voices of the chapter of the gift and art.

Moving with renewed vigour she enterred the room to the voice of Stregobor, feeling this entrance was well within her more dramatic and theatrical tendencies she announced her presence.

"Thirteen."

She watched on as Tissaia's head whipped around to face her, her face racing through emotions more than anyone else would be privy to in any other circumstances.

She smiled tenderly at the older mage, feeling such relief, at the same time she felt as all the left over adrenaline that had been through her body gave way, her legs began to shake and her whole palour turned greyer than it already was.

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Tissaia got over her relief quickly as she noticed Yennefer's body begin to dip, she was out of her chair and clasping the younger mage around her waist and out the door quicker than anyone had seen her move before.

"Come on darling, stay with me, just a little longer and we will sort you out." Tissaia murmured as she led Yennefer to her quarters, Yennefer was dead weight in her grasp from exhaustion and malnourishment but Tissaia made do.

"Glad to see you..alive." Yennefer coughs out, her lungs felt tight and she was dizzy beyond comprehension.

"Stop talking Piglet. Let's get you cleaned up." Tissaia chides gently, struggling to get Yennefer the last stretch of the way.

Together they managed to haul Yennefer's weighted body onto the turned down bed in Tissaia's quarters. Using all of her limited height and chaos Tissaia helped Yennefer out of her sodden clothes. They were damp and sticky with substances Tissaia did not care to inquire over. She could tell there was at least 3 infected cuts that needed seeing to, and plenty of protruding bones from lack of proper food and nutrients.

"Tired.. Sleep." Yennefer murmured her dimmed and blurry eyes droopy. "Soon, I promise. Stay awake for me darling." Tissaia cut Yennefers dress from her ailed body, revealing what she suspected an undernourished body worse than when Yennefer first graced Aretuza with her presence, cuts and bruises coated her previously tan skin like armour, her shoulders and ribs were stretching the remains of her skin and her vibrant violet eyes were faded. Their usual mischief missing.

Tissaia got a wet cloth and cleaned the worst of the grime off of Yennefer's shivering body. Carefully scrubbing away at the more stubborn parts of dried blood. She held back her own tears as she watched Yennefer's gaunt figure became more clear as she swept away what was left from Sodden and where ever else Yennefer had traipsed in her time missing.

It had to have been at least 4 hours before Yennefer roused again. Her violet eyes open and closed sporadically for the time being but they were open long enough for her to give Tissaia a look of petulance.

"You look old." Yennefer states hoarsely, her breathing was still a little shaky.

"Ugh. Thank you Piglet, you don't look to peachy yourself." Tissaia adds sarcastically.

"Lies.. I always look peachy." Yennefer winked at Tissaia's snort of disbelief, whether it was from the supposed lie or from the cheeky response Yennefer knew not.

"You are to stay here whilst I retrieve some food for us both." Tissaia stood brushing the baby hairs out of Yennefer's face before leaning over to kiss her forehead.

"If I can look forward to this treatment I might get gravely ill more often." Yennefer flirts with mischief in her eyes, Tissaia shakes her head at the cheeky response.

"Quiet and rest if you can manage that Piglet." Tissaia orders half heartedly before turning to walk out the door.

"Eh I'll see about the quiet." Yennefer remarks watching Tissaia leave, her eyes fluttering shut with the close of the door separating the office to Tissaia's chambers.

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Tissaia had looked after Yennefer many a time throughout her life, from colds and fevers in her time as a student to looking out for assassin's and hit men. Protecting her from the Brotherhood and the Chapter when they try to pursue her for reasons unknown to even them at times.

Yennefer's disappearance and potential death had caused a cataclysmic event in Tissaia's life, spending her days poised and elegant as always but not so carefully kept beneath that mask was a furious grief threatening to swallow her whole.

As she walked down to the kitchens to retrieve some food for the both of them, she looked back in her minds eye over her and Yennefer's relationship. Though it had had its rocky period nothing would stop them from being for one another when something went wrong. For now it was Tissaia's turn to nurse Yennefer back to health again.

She arrived back at her room with a platter of different meats and vegetables, some soup, some broth and some sweetened tea. Yennefer was contrary to popular belief not a picky eater, she ate what was put in front of her whether she enjoyed it or not. An after affect of her childhood and neglect.

The perk of that is that despite being under the weather, Yennefer would eat the selection quite happily. Feeding bits to Tissaia as she went, commenting on Tissaia's short stature needing to be correctly energised. usually folded with some more inappropriate suggestions then food.

Yennefer was resting almost as Tissaia had left her upon her arrival. By resting Tissaia found Yennefer sprawled put diagonally across the bed, throwing what Tissaia can only assume was her yarn which she was chucking to and fro.

"If you unravel that, I'll use you instead." Tissaia warned placing the tray on the bedside table closest to the door. Glaring at the attempt at a cheeky smile Yennefer sent back at her.

"No you wouldn't, I'd be much to scratchy." Yennefer murmured, pushing herself up to sitting on shaky arms. Tissaia watched on resisting the urge to step in. Yennefer was tolerant of many acts when ill she hadn't yet got around to easily allowing help.

"Eat up, I've brought enough to feed three thousand." Tissaia announces sitting beside Yennefer as she breathes heavily from the exertion of sitting up.

"Three thousand, gee." Yennefer picked up a sausage and bit into it leaving a trail of grease to dribble down her chin.

"Honestly Piglet, you always were a messy eater. But after weeks of little nourishment I think something dry would be preferable." Tissaia handed over a cracker as she saw the green palour Yennefer took on from the rich flavour of the sausage.

"You might be right." Yennefer admits taking the cracker to nibble on.

"Sorry? Me be right?. Well I never, will wonders never cease." Tissaia quipped sarcastically.

"Enjoy it while it lasts I'll never say it again." Yennefer huffed in jest, in her more exhaustive state she had careened sideways and now rested her head on Tissaia's shoulder as she munched on her cracker.

Tissaia stilled, in fear of Yennefer moving once she worked out where she was rested.

"Thank you for looking after me." Yennefer murmured after she had eaten some more crackers and had something to drink.

"My pleasure." Tissaia remarked taking the glass from Yennefer's hands.

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They followed this routine for a month after Yennefer's return, Tissaia allowed no one to aid Yennefer other than herself, she cleaned, fed and entertained the raven haired mage until she had put back on the weight she was missing and the spark of mischief returned to her violet irises.

Her humour and cheek returned sooner than the rest of her did and Tissaia found no remorse in the chaos it created. Happy to have the mage returned to her former glory.

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queen-witcher · 17 days ago

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Tissaia x Yennefer | In Your Eyes

Tissaia stood by the window of her chambers, the moonlight catching the dark strands of her hair. Yennefer remained by the door, but she was no longer the woman Tissaia remembered.

She had appeared in Aretuza without warning, after three months of complete silence following the Battle of Sodden. But she was unrecognizable and her once-impeccable clothing now tattered and filthy, her hair a tangled mess, her body marred with bruises and weakened by starvation. Her cheekbones jutted out more than they should, her frame fragile, as if one strong gust of wind might break her. And worst of all, the magic that once pulsed from her presence was gone, leaving only a hollow echo where power had once resided.

She looked like a ghost of herself. A shadow. A woman stripped of everything.

Silence stretched between them, thick with the ghosts of the past. Yennefer clenched her fingers into fists. She had sworn to herself she would not fall into old habits with Tissaia, not again.

“You disappeared after Sodden,” Tissaia finally said, her tone unreadable. “No word. No sign. Not even to me.”

Yennefer exhaled sharply, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “You were better off not knowing.”

At that, Tissaia turned. Her gaze was piercing, the cold steel of a woman who had spent a lifetime hiding the depth of her emotions. But now, there was something else beneath it—something raw, something deeply unsettled.

“You don’t get to decide that,” she said, her voice quieter but no less firm.

Yennefer took a step forward, but her legs trembled beneath her weight. The months of struggle, hunger, and endless running had left her weak. She barely noticed the way her body betrayed her, but Tissaia did.

For the first time, Tissaia’s composure faltered. Her gaze flickered downward as she caught the slight sway in Yennefer’s stance. Her fingers twitched as if fighting the urge to reach out, to steady her. But she said nothing.

“And what would you have done, Tissaia? Come after me? Try to save me?” Yennefer asked, the exhaustion thick in her voice. A humorless smile tugged at her lips. “We both know I was never yours to save.”

Tissaia’s jaw tensed, a flicker of something vulnerable in her eyes before it was buried beneath restraint. “You were mine to protect.”

Yennefer’s breath hitched, her heart pounding against the walls of her ribs. “Is that what I was to you?” she asked softly. “A responsibility? A burden to be guided?”

Tissaia’s expression remained carefully composed, but Yennefer could see it now. The faintest tremor in her fingers, the way her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came.

Yennefer let out a shaky breath, her exhaustion seeping through the cracks in her walls. She shifted her weight slightly, trying to stand straighter, but the effort cost her. Her knees threatened to buckle, and she clenched her jaw, refusing to show just how much it hurt.

Tissaia noticed.

Her throat tightened, her hands clenching at her sides as if warring with herself. Yennefer could see it, the battle between self-control and something far more human. Tissaia had spent a lifetime mastering restraint, but at this moment, it was failing her.

Without hesitation, she took a step closer.

Yennefer flinched, but Tissaia caught it. Shame coiled in the younger woman’s chest like a vice. She didn’t want Tissaia to see her like this, so weak, so empty. The absence of her magic was a wound all its own, and the thought of Tissaia witnessing her in this state made her stomach twist.

“I fought. I burned everything I had left,” Yennefer’s voice wavered. “And when it was over, there was nothing. I was nothing.” She gestured to her broken, weakened form. “And I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

Tissaia took another step forward now, shrinking the space between them. Her restraint was wearing thin. “Do you think so little of me?” she asked, quiet but firm. “That I would turn my back on you now?”

Yennefer shook her head. “I think too much of you.” Her voice was hoarse, like the words hurt coming out. “That’s the problem.”

Tissaia studied her, her gaze searching, as if trying to weigh the cost of what she had long held back.

“Damn it, Tissaia,” Yennefer whispered, stepping closer despite her trembling legs.

The silence between them changed, shifting into something fragile and uncertain. Tissaia, ever the composed, ever the controlled, let out a slow breath. Her lips parted, the words on the edge of slipping free.

Then, finally, in a voice barely above a breath, she said, “You were never a burden.”

The walls Yennefer had so carefully built cracked. She closed the remaining distance between them, her fingers hesitating before they found Tissaia’s wrist.

“Then what am I for you?” she asked, her voice quiet now, stripped of anger and pretense.

Tissaia’s lips parted, but the words did not come easily.

“You are everything,” she admitted at last.

A breath of something between relief and disbelief left Yennefer’s lips. Tissaia did not pull away, did not retreat behind carefully constructed walls. And in that moment, Yennefer realized that she didn’t have to fight anymore.

Tentatively, she reached up, her fingers brushing against Tissaia’s cheek. “I have dreamed about you saying this to me thousands of times,” Yennefer murmured.

Tissaia exhaled softly. “I know, my darling piglet.”

And when Yennefer leaned in, Tissaia met her halfway.

The kiss was a clash of everything left unspoken. It was desperate, as thei lives depended on it, a battle for dominance neither was willing to lose. Yennefer pushed forward, fingers twisting into Tissaia’s collar, demanding, seeking, but Tissaia would not yield. She responded in kind, tilting Yennefer’s head back, taking control as she always had.

Then, Yennefer shuddered, exhaling a soft whimper against Tissaia’s lips, and she let go. She surrendered, allowing Tissaia to guide the rhythm, to deepen the kiss until it was something devastating and consuming. Tissaia’s fingers found their way into Yennefer’s hair, holding her steady, grounding her.

And in that moment, there was no more restraint, no more walls between them.

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