Archive of Our Own

Summary:

OP Summary: Love has always been something that Yennefer has kept close to her own heart, guarded carefully, kept quiet and locked up tight, as if speaking aloud about it to others will somehow diminish it, diffuse it throughout the air until she’s surrounded by nothing but wisps of it, futilely trying to grasp it and keep it her own.

Triss has never been that way. Love is like my flowers, she had whispered once, curled around Yennefer, her lips pressing careful kisses along the line of Yennefer’s collarbone. You tend to it, you nourish it, you shine the light on it, and oh, how it will grow.

Everywhere I see things that remind me that I love you. Why not tell you right then? Who cares who else is around to hear it?

Or: Yennefer is used to keeping her love quiet, but sometimes, oh sometimes, she wants to shout it to the world. (A Bookshop AU fic)