[He'll come back to the rock talks another day. Now isn't the moment. Not as Jaskier offers a hand. Not as he unpacks at least five things that slide neatly into place with a gentle observation.
(His father would have hated feeling human, so of course he lost all control of himself. But something could have been done. If only. We are in fact dogshit at learning lessons. This is the basic core of humanity - being powerless in the force of others. What bullshit. You're guilting yourself for things you could do nothing about.)
A long, slender hand wraps around Jaskier's and squeezes it, mindful of pressure and that human hands could shatter if let out his full strength.
And somewhere, in all of that, the dhampir falls against Jaskier's side. No words, no sobbing, nothing but a boneless dhampir that's given out under the crushing weight of the situation and at least has one thing he can lean on for a few moments.]
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(His father would have hated feeling human, so of course he lost all control of himself. But something could have been done. If only. We are in fact dogshit at learning lessons. This is the basic core of humanity - being powerless in the force of others. What bullshit. You're guilting yourself for things you could do nothing about.)
A long, slender hand wraps around Jaskier's and squeezes it, mindful of pressure and that human hands could shatter if let out his full strength.
And somewhere, in all of that, the dhampir falls against Jaskier's side. No words, no sobbing, nothing but a boneless dhampir that's given out under the crushing weight of the situation and at least has one thing he can lean on for a few moments.]