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Yennefer & Tissaia in Jedi!AU for @ehay.

I have just some sketches here but we would be on the moon if any of you folks are up for adding to this AU

Tissaia, Jedi Master, is a respected political diplomat and member of the High Council, backed up by a lifetime of success in settling disputes peacefully. Calm, collected, and never flustered, she is the epitome of what it means to be Jedi.

Yennefer, Jedi Knight, is brash, beautiful, and prone to emotional outbursts of power that unsettle even the most seasoned of the order. Tissaia sees something of herself in Yennefer’s rage and emotional connection to the Force, and works with her to develop control over herself. Her success with this is middling. 

Yennefer is, however, quite predictable about one thing: mess with Tissaia, and get the pointy end of a violet-bladed lightsaber in your gut. It’s happened more than once - an assassination attempt on Coruscant, a political negotiation that turned bloody on Dantooine, and once, rescuing Tissaia from a bounty hunter gang after a Hutt lord decided that the Jedi Master was causing too much trouble with his shipments. Tissaia, bleeding and bruised, is carried out of the hold of the bounty hunter’s ship and healed of wounds that shouldn’t be survivable. 

The Council members, as one might expect, are concerned with the fine line Yennefer is walking between the Light and the Dark. And the violet Kyber crystals powering her lightsabers are an unusual trait that certain Jedi, like Master Stregobor, have latched onto as proof of her instability in the Force and unsuitability for the order. 

Things are not helped when, after an outburst at a political function that even Tissaia cannot soothe, Yennefer disappears. The last report Tissaia has of her is of the woman running off with a white-haired bounty-hunter wearing Mandalorian armour to regions unknown on a ship.

And that is the last anyone hears of Yennefer, for exactly three years.

Tissaia wakes up in the middle of the night, and is greeted by the sight of not one, but two figures in her room.

‘Yennefer.’

‘Tissaia.’

‘This is Ciri,’ Yennefer says, nodding to the child beside her. ‘I followed the Force, as you asked, and it lead me to her.’

The pale girl frowns at the woman in the nightgown. ‘Is this your wife?’

‘Jedi are not allowed to marry.’

‘That is how you choose to answer her question, Yennefer?!’

Cue some more training for Ciri, more closeness and then oh no, Ciri exhibits powers that dwarf even Yennefer’s and the Council finds out and we’re suddenly into the Time of Contempt timeline. 

The result of a conclave is that the Jedi Temple is destroyed, the High Council either murdered or dispersed, and the Jedi are torn asunder. Yennefer escapes with Geralt and Ciri, the newly revealed Sith Lord Darth Vilgefortz hot on their heels.

And Tissaia? 

She disappears, slipping away to a backwater planet that is mostly water and cliffs, to a life of self-imposed exile. She has a pair of droids, a broken-down ship, and a lifetime of memories that torment her every time she closes her eyes. Dying friends and pupils, Vilgefortz and Yennefer fighting, the collapse of the Temple after Ciri has let out a burst of Force.

It is another sleepless night when she hears the sound of a ship’s engine, rapidly approaching her island. The sound of running footsteps up the slope after it lands, the creak of the hut’s door.

‘Tissaia?’

For the first time in years, Tissaia opens herself up to the Force again, confirming what she knows to be true - that she’s not alone. Yennefer kneels down beside her mattress, softly touching their foreheads together.

‘I love you.’

‘I know.’