Lost in thoughts

Yennefer arrived back at the Rosemary and Thyme. Triss had been right, the city was crawling with witch hunters. She was well aware of the fact that they were busy hunting non-humans and no longer sorcerers and sorceresses, because they thought that all of them had fled Novigrad.

But still, she would rather prevent them seeing her face. Yennefer of Vengerberg was pretty famous after all, and she was sure that Radovid would love to see her burn.

So she had to be careful and had to take her time getting back to the tavern. But she didn't mind. She and Triss had parted ways after leaving the Kingfisher, but before they did, the fox colored sorceress had enthusiastically given her a high five. This had left Yennefer in astonishment.

"Damn, leaving him there like that felt so good! We really got back at him, Yenna!" Triss had exclaimed. Only then she had seemed to realize it was Yennefer she had high fived, and she was clearly uncomfortable with doing it. "Anyway, I'll see you back at the Rosemary in the morning so we can talk to Dandelion." She had muttered, and then she had turned around on her heels and had left Yennefer alone.

Now, Yennefer had arrived back in her room and removed her black cloak from her shoulders. With a wave of her hand, her clothes were removed from her body and placed in a neat pile on the desk. She was only wearing her underwear to sleep in.

Crawling into bed and pulling the blankets over her, she began to think. Thinking about what had happened that evening. She had kissed Triss Merigold. Why? She had no idea.

For years Triss had been the person she considered to be her closest friend. She was not someone who used the term 'best friend', but if she would have to, Triss was the person who came closest to earning that title.

Then she had been captured by the wild hunt, was released -thanks to Geralt- and immediately got captured by the Nilfgardian Empire. The positive thing about that, however, was that their mages had succeeded in giving her back most of her memories.

And then she had heard that Geralt of Rivia and Triss Merigold were in a relationship. She, Yennefer of Vengerberg, was rotting in a Nilfgardian cell, while the love of her life was fucking a good friend of hers. A friend who accidently forgot to mention that she existed.

The raven haired sorceress clenched her fist. That was the moment that the friendship she once had shared with Triss had turned into a burning hate. Even more, she was disgusted by her. Philippa had been right, Triss really did think with her vagina. She did not expect the hate and the disgust to ever disappear.

But tonight it happened, even though she didn't really know what 'it' was. When she had looked Triss in the eyes, all she could think about was how beautiful those cornflower blue eyes were. Of course it hadn't been the first time she looked the younger sorceress in the face, but it did feel like it had been the first time she actually saw her.

She had to repress the urge to count the freckles that covered Triss' face. What she had failed to do, however, was restrain the longing to kiss the red haired sorceress. So she did it. She kissed Triss Merigold. The woman she had hated for the last couple of years. And damn… It felt good!

She didn't realize that until now. Now that she allowed herself to think about it, there was no way she could deny it. She had liked the kiss, and she wished that it didn't have to end so soon.

She could feel that her body was giving in to the sleep it so desperately needed. And while she closed her eyes, there was one question in her head: was she in love with Triss Merigold?