[ There's a huff that borders on exasperation. He leans forward. He'd gathered Jaskier hadn't done it deliberately, but he hadn't realized Jaskier hadn't noticed at all. Hadn't noticed the magic spilling out of him. He'd thought Jaskier simply couldn't control it at the time. ]
We did not fall in any fucking flowers, Jaskier. [ Did it look like the entry gates were made of flower fields? Between the wine and sheer exhaustion, Jaskier's glib attitude makes his patience run shorter than usual. He reaches out to catch Jaskier's wrist mid-scrub. He's aware this is just some flowers, but it isn't only that. There's something going on he doesn't understand—that Jaskier is completely oblivious to—and he wants to know what in the hell it is. ] They were blooming. Where you stepped.
[ A curse? No. A side effect of going through the portal? It's possible. There's enough he doesn't know about this place. He doesn't need the mystery of why Jaskier sprouted flowers under his feet on top of it all. ]
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We did not fall in any fucking flowers, Jaskier. [ Did it look like the entry gates were made of flower fields? Between the wine and sheer exhaustion, Jaskier's glib attitude makes his patience run shorter than usual. He reaches out to catch Jaskier's wrist mid-scrub. He's aware this is just some flowers, but it isn't only that. There's something going on he doesn't understand—that Jaskier is completely oblivious to—and he wants to know what in the hell it is. ] They were blooming. Where you stepped.
[ A curse? No. A side effect of going through the portal? It's possible. There's enough he doesn't know about this place. He doesn't need the mystery of why Jaskier sprouted flowers under his feet on top of it all. ]