[ That's objectively not true; Geralt spends half his damn days telling folk to calm down so he can find out what creature this time ate the village baker. It's also not the point.
Jaskier's pulse is a stuttering rhythm. He's never seen Jaskier so—panicked. Without a monster snapping at him, at least. There's an array of petals, suddenly, in the water. If it isn't deliberate magic, what is it? Something powered solely by a heightened emotional state? He knows of mages and their conduit moments, but this has not been the case with the magic here. In this world. With Jaskier. It'd have happened weeks ago if it were.
So where in the hell is it coming from now?
He grips Jaskier's knee, knowing better than to grab his hands. ] Jaskier. [ Fuck. He both isn't sober enough for this and entirely too sober all at once. ] Breathe.
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Jaskier's pulse is a stuttering rhythm. He's never seen Jaskier so—panicked. Without a monster snapping at him, at least. There's an array of petals, suddenly, in the water. If it isn't deliberate magic, what is it? Something powered solely by a heightened emotional state? He knows of mages and their conduit moments, but this has not been the case with the magic here. In this world. With Jaskier. It'd have happened weeks ago if it were.
So where in the hell is it coming from now?
He grips Jaskier's knee, knowing better than to grab his hands. ] Jaskier. [ Fuck. He both isn't sober enough for this and entirely too sober all at once. ] Breathe.