( It takes a few weeks (generous understatement) for Jack to get back into some semblance of a routine after what happened in the pit. Not because he's psychologically damaged, so much โ it was bad, but honestly? Probably not in his top 3 worst experiences of all time. Maybe top five. It's more the physical part that fucked him up good; he felt weak even after undergoing the cure proper.
The cuts, the scrapes, the bruises. The lost weight. Most of it has been put right by the time he wanders the halls toward Yennefer's designated classroom. It's only once her door's in sight that he thinks to feel guilty for not checking in with her before, not at least giving her some kind of heads-up that he wasn't going to be showing up at... literally any point in the last few weeks, which would have been as easy as thinking.
He's been a little preoccupied. Not by the healing, but rather by the castle's newest redhead.
Anyway, his guilt compels him to get her a last-minute gift โ and when you can do the kind of magic he does, last minute really does mean last minute. It's actually super fucking handy.
When he walks in, he's holding a very fancy-looking wine bottle that he contritely sets on the surface nearest her. Despite how absolutely pretentious it looks, though, it isn't... actually filled with fancy wine, but she won't know that until she actually tries it โ if she ever does.
He offers up a tiny little wave. )
Heyyyyy. Sorry for... not... existing, so much, but enough about me, how are you?
( To be read, of course, with the most awkward possible cadence. )
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The cuts, the scrapes, the bruises. The lost weight. Most of it has been put right by the time he wanders the halls toward Yennefer's designated classroom. It's only once her door's in sight that he thinks to feel guilty for not checking in with her before, not at least giving her some kind of heads-up that he wasn't going to be showing up at... literally any point in the last few weeks, which would have been as easy as thinking.
He's been a little preoccupied. Not by the healing, but rather by the castle's newest redhead.
Anyway, his guilt compels him to get her a last-minute gift โ and when you can do the kind of magic he does, last minute really does mean last minute. It's actually super fucking handy.
When he walks in, he's holding a very fancy-looking wine bottle that he contritely sets on the surface nearest her. Despite how absolutely pretentious it looks, though, it isn't... actually filled with fancy wine, but she won't know that until she actually tries it โ if she ever does.
He offers up a tiny little wave. )
Heyyyyy. Sorry for... not... existing, so much, but enough about me, how are you?
( To be read, of course, with the most awkward possible cadence. )