#also if this is out of character please forgive me I haven't watched the witcher in a while
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7 Days of Scarepairs: Yennskier | Jaskier x Yennefer (The Witcher) + “Candy”
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A hazlenut fell into Yennefer's lap. Her brow scrunched and she looked up at Jaskier inquisitively as he planted himself beside her at the table. He took a bite out of an apple and flicked another hazlenut into her lap.
Shaking her head at him, she picked one up but didn't eat it, simply rolling it between her fingers as she said, 'You do know these are for the rituals?'
She eyed him.
'As is that.'
He swallowed and shrugged. 'They are hardly going to miss a few, are they? Besides, do not tell me you actually believe in all that witchy-'
His gaze snapped to her amused expression. He gave a short, nervous laugh and nodded, as if agreeing with himself that he should stop talking lest he risk being on the end of a nasty Samhain curse.
Yennefer looked back out at the shadows casted all around them by the fire blazing away, embers carried away on a night breeze, masquerading themselves as stars in the sky. It's almost hypnotising.
'Oh, my - is that a smile I see?' Jaskier teased, leaning forward to better inspect her face in mock awe. 'No, it cannot possibly be!'
'Are you really incapable of being quiet for five minutes?' she retorted with a roll of her eyes. 'Even shovelling food down your throat isn't a sufficient distraction.'
'Well, that's just rude.' He slumped back against the table and took another chunk out of the apple. A moment of chewing later, he added: 'I could always sing instead.'
'Please, no.'
'Alright, fine, then.' He sat forward again, with a new determination as he planted a hand on his knee and gestured his apple around. 'But why exactly are you here if you're not going to have anything resembling fun?'
'Ciri wanted to come.' She turned to him, defensive. 'And how do you know I'm not having fun?'
He gave a dramatic groan only a perfomer could emit and rolled his eyes just as hard. 'Well, are you?'
She didn't answer that.
'Right. Come on.'
He stood up, and she frowned, but he simply held out a hand to her as if that explained everything. She didn't move.
'Do you have so little trust in me?' he asked, exasperated.
Her eyes flicked from his hand to his eyes, and she softened. She slipped her hand into his, already faintly thinking of ways to scare the shit out of him for whatever he was about to do.
'We,' he said, taking a step back, 'are going to dance.'
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