[Somewhere, vaguely in the back of Alucard's head, he can recognize this for what it is: the thing he wanted most when this all played out the first time. Someone to hold onto in grief and anger and every awful wave of emotion, just to feel a little less alone in the sea of feelings he found himself in.
The rest of the dhampir isn't thinking that hard. Long, slender fingers curl into Jaskier's clothes, holding fast. Silence reigns, the dhampir's voice gone. He's let out gut wrenching sobs in the desert already. There's no need to summon them here and now.
For a long time, he stays like that, slumped against his friend and taking the little comfort that can be found in the small space they've carved out for themselves.]
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The rest of the dhampir isn't thinking that hard. Long, slender fingers curl into Jaskier's clothes, holding fast. Silence reigns, the dhampir's voice gone. He's let out gut wrenching sobs in the desert already. There's no need to summon them here and now.
For a long time, he stays like that, slumped against his friend and taking the little comfort that can be found in the small space they've carved out for themselves.]