Yennefer Of Vengerburg - Tumblr Posts
the characters may be fictional, but my feelings for them are definitely real so I got to cry and mourn and scream and kick my feet and dig my nails into my pillow and giggle and smile and laugh and think and talk about them 24/7 and write fanfics/make fanart about them and use them as my emotional support blorbos and you don’t get to tell me how I can or can’t express my feelings you soulless twat
Yennefer: (cackling) Tissaia so old she a dinosaur
Tissaia: If I were, as you suggest, a dinosaur, I would be named Lickolotapus.
Yennefer: (pulls out a ring)
Tissaia:
Yennefer:
Tissaia:
Yennefer:
Tissaia: (raises a brow)
Yennefer: (takes off her clothes)
(A random, no-context yennaia headcanon)
Yennefer lounged on Tissaia's bed with a book, and Tissaia sat at her desk finally able to get work done.
"Vol..un.." Yennefer rolled onto her back, holding a book of spells over her face. She sounded out the words but conjured no magic. Tissaia wouldn't be too happy if she got the spell wrong and the room exploded or got sucked into a vortex.
Tissaia softly smiled at the whispers from the bed. "So...what do they suspect of us?"
Yennefer sat up on her forearm. "What do you mean--oh." Yennefer closed the book, and it aside. She sat up, her black shirt hanging loose, buttoned low, just how Tissaia liked it. "I'm afraid it's my fault." Yennefer stood from the bed and walked to the desk. She rounded it, taking Tissaia’s shoulders into her hands, squeezing gently as the rectoress continued to scrawl away in the ledger.
"How is it your fault?"
"I should work on being quieter."
Tissaia’s pen stopped mid-word.
"Don't worry, I told them not to bother you about it."
"Hm", was Tissaia’s only acknowledgement as she resumed writing.
"I say, since they already seem to know about us, let's let them have it." Yennefer leaned down, kissing Tissaia’s cheek, earning herself a smile from the woman in her grasp. "Are you almost done?" She wrapped her arms around Tissaia’s smaller frame.
"I'll finish faster if you stop suffocating me."
"It's a hug." Yennefer chuckled. "And I'm going to stay here until you write the last letter."
"Are you?"
"Have I ever not kept my word?"' Yennefer kissed Tissaia's shoulder, moving towards her neck, undoing a couple buttons down the front of Tissaia’s tunic. She pulled the collar to one side, kissing the exposed skin under. "I still owe you for this morning."
Tissaia put the quill back into the well and Yennefer pulled her out of the chair at first chance. Tissaia didn't even close the book before they were at the bed side; Yennefer flopping down first then pulling the rectoress on top of her.
Tissaia sighed against Yennefer’s chest, closed her eyes, and kicked off her slippers. "Another night."
Yennefer: So you like cats?
Tissaia: Yeah.
Yennefer: *tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table*
Tissaia: Did you have to stab him? Yennefer: You weren't there. You didn't hear what he said to me. Tissaia: What did he say? Yennefer: What are you going to do? Stab me? Sabrina: That's fair.
Look what finally made it out of my drafts? It’s the only thing that’s made it out of my drafts in 10 years
Tissaia: I cut my finger
Yennefer: I can kiss it so it'll get better
Tissaia: There's no way that works.
Yennefer: Yeah my mum used to do it when I was little
*later*
Tissaia: I need you to punch me in the mouth
Philippa: Fucking finally
3 and 15 :)
Yennefer meandered rather slowly through the corridors of Aretuza, her footsteps echoing against the stone floors. Her reappearance after Sodden had made for a strange day of both warm welcomes and hostile, suspicious glances, and as the sun set for the evening, she yearned for the solitude she would need to recenter herself.
Especially after her reunion with Tissaia. The memory of the morning’s events replayed in her mind, each detail burned into her brain. She had expected a measured, distant reception from the Rectoress, perhaps a few words of acknowledgment, maybe even a brief inquiry into her well-being.
But what she received instead had been far more overwhelming.
Tissaia had embraced her, taking her by complete surprise at the sheer emotion of the gesture. The sincerity in her reaction, the intensity that shone brilliantly in those sapphire eyes undid something tightly wound within her.
And then the words were exchanged – she had been so open and vulnerable in a way that Yennefer had rarely known her to be. It was as though a wall had come down, revealing a side of Tissaia that Yennefer had only ever caught glimpses of in fleeting moments.
She had thought her feelings for the woman to be mere relics of her school days, when she had admired the Rectoress from a distance, mistaking her affections for respect. But those feelings had been reignited with a force that was impossible to ignore in the events leading up to Sodden. Like her own flames, those events had burned away any pretense Yennefer might have held about the nature of her emotions. She cared for Tissaia in a way that went far beyond admiration.
And now, after that morning’s interaction, it felt as though those emotions were threatening to spill over entirely. The thought of Tissaia – of how easily she had undone Yennefer’s defenses with a single hug – left her feeling horribly vulnerable. It was all almost too much to process.
Even now, hours later, Yennefer shook her head, trying to clear the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She needed a moment to breathe and sort through the tumultuous feelings that had resurfaced with such force. Decompressing in the bathing pool seemed to be her most appealing option. It was a luxury she had scarcely taken advantage of as a student, having always been too self-conscious of her deformities to fully enjoy the experience. The thought of being so exposed to the gazes of others had always outweighed any relaxation the water might have provided.
Upon entering the room, Yennefer’s senses were immediately greeted by the enchanting warmth and tranquility of the room. The steam that rose from the water was infused with scents of lavender and jasmine, filling her lungs and instilling an instantaneous sense of calm. But the moment was short-lived as she caught a glimpse of the neatly folded robe on the far ledge of the pool, and a quick glance at the water told her she was not alone.
There sat Tissaia, submerged to her shoulders with her eyes closed, head resting back against the ledge. She appeared more serene and unguarded than Yennefer could ever recall seeing her. Silently, Yennefer turned on her heel, aiming to make a quick escape before the other woman noticed her presence. She hadn’t taken more than two steps towards the door before Tissaia’s voice broke the silence. "Don't leave on my account, Yennefer. The water really is quite divine."
Yennefer’s heart jumped to her throat at Tissaia’s invitation. She swallowed, trying to maintain her composure, as though one of her oldest fantasies wasn’t playing out in front of her very eyes. Free from the constraints of its usual elaborate chignon, her chestnut hair was loose, damp, and slicked back behind her bare shoulders. The older woman was clearly naked beneath the water’s surface, and Yennefer was glad that her eyes were still closed so she couldn’t see the way violet eyes lingered perhaps just a little too long.
“No, ah... Sorry. I didn’t expect anyone else to be here at this hour.” Yennefer muttered awkwardly, trying to muster her usual confidence as she fumbled for a response. Despite her refusal, Yennefer could not break her gaze of the skin that was exposed—the elegant curve of her neck that swooped to meet her shoulders, the hollow dip at the base of her neck, and delicate collarbones, all glistening with drops of water.
"Nonsense. I insist." Tissaia opened her eyes now, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Unless you fear my presence will be too distracting?”
“Do not flatter yourself, Rectoress, I believe I can manage.” Yennefer scoffed dryly in response, perturbed by the trace of amusement in Tissaia’s voice. Her trance was broken as her eyes snapped away, heat rising to her cheeks at the prospect of having been caught in her staring. Distracting – what in the world had she meant by that? Perhaps she had imagined it, but there seemed to be a challenge hidden in Tissaia’s response. And Yennefer was never one to back down from a challenge. “I simply did not wish to intrude on your solitude. But if you insist. You may be the distraction I needed after today’s chaos,”
Feeling self-conscious for the first time in ages, Yennefer hesitantly approached the water’s edge, feeling the weight of Tissaia’s gaze intensely. As if she had sensed her discomfort, Tissaia wordlessly turned her back, granting Yennefer a moment of privacy. Grateful for the gesture, Yennefer quickly slipped out of her gown, the cool air making her shiver as she swiftly slid into the pool. She settled across from Tissaia with a soft sigh, the initial awkwardness dissipating with the soothing warmth of the mineral-enriched water. “I must admit, you’re right. This is a rather nice reprieve from the vultures that have been circling me all day.”
“Yes, it seems your reappearance has caused quite the stir." Tissaia chuckled softly as she began wading towards her. Yennefer could feel her pulse rising with anxious exhilaration the closer she got, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Tissaia's approaching form. As Tissaia drew nearer, her gaze fixated on a mild scratch marring Yennefer's shoulder, one the younger woman couldn’t even recall obtaining. The sight of it seemed to trouble her, and silently, tentatively, she reached out her hand. Yennefer's breath hitched as Tissaia's fingers lightly brushed against around the reddened skin. She muttered a soft incantation, watching with satisfaction as the edges of the cut pulled together. But even after the scratch had vanished, she did not remove her hand, fingers gently trailing across Yennefer’s shoulder and down her arm. The sensation sending shivers down Yennefer’s spine, and she felt an odd mix of relief and longing when Tissaia finally removed her hand, her touch leaving a lingering warmth. Tissaia's proximity and the ambiguity of her gestures was both comforting and maddening.
"I know I’m repeating myself, but I am profoundly glad to see you alive and relatively unharmed," Tissaia said, her voice soft and filled with an emotion Yennefer couldn’t quite place. "I never thought I would see you again."
Yennefer's heart clenched at the sincerity in Tissaia's words, the vulnerability she was displaying catching her off guard. She struggled to find her voice in the face of such an intimate confession. "I'm ... sorry.”
"Whatever for?” Tissaia's eyes softened, and a smile pulled at the corners of her lips again. One of her hands came forward to brush some stray curls out of the younger woman’s face. Yennefer cursed the way that her breath hitched as Tissaia’s fingers combed through her scalp and brushed against the shell of her ear. She was certainly close, but was Tissaia leaning in slightly closer than was normal? Did her eyes linger just a fraction longer on Yennefer’s lips? Was it her imagination, or did Tissaia’s hands linger a moment longer than necessary? Every detail was relentlessly analyzed and dissected for hidden intent.
“You’ve endured ordeals that few could withstand since Sodden. My girl, your strength and resilience never cease to amaze me."
The younger woman swallowed hard against the lump forming in her throat, choosing instead to focus on the only other thing she could, which was the woman in front of her. Had she ever seen the woman with her hair down? She didn’t think so; it was a stunning sight to behold. She found it mesmerizing how perfectly it seemed to frame the sharp features of her face. She watched as one of her eyebrows twitched upward and realized with muted dismay that she had once again been caught staring.
"I’ve never seen your hair down.” She responded much more coolly than she should have been able to manage, opting to change to subject to something lighter. “Tell me, are you giving your scalp a break, or did you just lose all your hairpins?”
"Contrary to popular belief, my hair is not glued permanently into place. It likes to breathe every now and then." Tissaia’s features twitched with amusement, her words carrying an undercurrent of warmth with her retort.
“Well, it suits you.” Yennefer assures, lips curling ever so slightly. Then she chanced, “I can see why you keep it so firmly contained when you teach. I wouldn’t have learned a thing during your lessons. It’s quite the distraction.”
Before Tissaia could respond, the sound of laughter and approaching footsteps echoed from the entryway, and Sabrina entered, followed closely by Triss.
Yennefer instinctively took a step back, her smile tightening as she tried to steady her nerves. Objectively, there was nothing unbefitting about the way they had been positioned when the others entered. But the way Tissaia’s gaze seemed to ignite her skin – even more than the warmth of the water – made their proximity feel far less innocent.
"Yennefer, welcome back!" Triss called out cheerfully, beaming brightly as she strode toward them.
As Triss perched on the edge of the pool, dangling her feet in the water, Sabrina joined them in the pool, greeting the both of them with a grin. Tissaia’s foot brushed against Yennefer’s under the water as she shifted out of Sabrina’s way, the touch light and seemingly accidental. But Yennefer's heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly pulled her foot back and put a few more inches between them.
Sabrina stretched out with a groan of delight. "This feels utterly divine."
Yennefer nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt a foot graze the side of her thigh. Her eyes darted to Tissaia.
“Indeed it does.” The Rectoress responded with a thoughtful hum. Her expression remained neutral, but Yennefer caught the flash of amusement in her eyes, and her mind reeled. Had she done that on purpose? Gods, did Tissaia know what she was doing to her?
"However, loathe as I am to leave, I have a few matters that require my attention this evening." Tissaia declared, with finality, giving Yennefer a strange jolt of both relief and disappointment. “Enjoy your evening, ladies.”
All three of the younger mages bid her a good night in return, and Tissaia regarded each of them with a brief nod of her head, though her gaze lingered just a little longer on Yennefer before she rose. The raven-haired woman watched intently as Tissaia gracefully stepped out of the pool. Unable to look away, violet eyes traced every movement as the droplets of water cascaded down her back. Her gaze traveled slowly up Tissaia’s body, from her ankles, past her toned calves, creeping up the backs of lean thighs until Tissaia pulled her robe on with practiced elegance, effectively covering the rest of Yennefer’s view.
As the Rectoress turned to leave, she paused, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint as blue eyes met violet one last time. "And Yennefer," She purred, her voice infused with an unmistakable hint of flirtation, "I hope you find tonight’s distractions to be just what you need."
It amazes me that I’m able to gaslight myself into genuinely believing that the scene we do not talk about actually…happened? Like I genuinely forget because get so invested in fics. This fucked me over tonight when I need to reference the scene before for a piece I’m writing and accidentally skipped forward a little too far and I’m physically ill 🫠
yennefer + tissaia | without you
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many, many (like literally so many) thanks to @chaosandorder46 for her encouragement and support, this would not have been completed without her!!
☝️Someone wanna jump on this? 👀
Tissaia and Yennefer..honeymoon adventure!!
😉😏
Tissaia:
Yennefer: You're in my head so much I should give you one.
Tissaia:
Yennefer:
Tissaia:
Yennefer: ;)
Tissaia:
Tissaia: Fine.