[It is one of those moments where Jaskier is unconventionally, and yet so intrinsically, reminded that the world, no matter what world, can so easily be turned against him, and that the true Lady of Destiny is a complete and utter bitch, and perhaps she has picked this particular moment to spite him specifically because of who he has named himself after.
He pictures himself doing a rather good job of holding a smile while his angry, bewildered messages are sent out, one after the other; while he's reading the responses splashed across Amell's lips.
It is only when Geralt comes by and Jaskier's entire body tightens while he decides the positives and negatives of jumping upon the Witcher and attacking him in the middle of a ballroom that he sort of.
Gathers an understanding.
Jaskier's gaze slowly returns to the face in front of his own. The chickadee Geralt returned to him sits upon his shoulder, hiding its face under a wing, a tiny wisp of the magic Jaskier has gained.]
You're... Istredd. I. See.
[Jaskier stares out at the crowd around them over Istredd's shoulder, gritting his teeth. His nails may be digging into Istredd's skin where he's holding onto him without truly noticing.
Remember, Jaskier. You are the Gem of the Phoenix. And you have survived much worse.
A monolith fucking --
He's going to piss on Geralt the moment he least expects it. Or get Roach to do it. Even more fitting.]
It is not an excuse, simply a statement of fact, when I say I did not have any idea, and thus would not have -- included you -- in a rather specific string of messages, to whom you were not the intended recipient. [He breathes.] This is a lot to take in at the moment. I didn't realize she... had friends. In Thorne. Or at all, if I'm being honest.
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He pictures himself doing a rather good job of holding a smile while his angry, bewildered messages are sent out, one after the other; while he's reading the responses splashed across Amell's lips.
It is only when Geralt comes by and Jaskier's entire body tightens while he decides the positives and negatives of jumping upon the Witcher and attacking him in the middle of a ballroom that he sort of.
Gathers an understanding.
Jaskier's gaze slowly returns to the face in front of his own. The chickadee Geralt returned to him sits upon his shoulder, hiding its face under a wing, a tiny wisp of the magic Jaskier has gained.]
You're... Istredd. I. See.
[Jaskier stares out at the crowd around them over Istredd's shoulder, gritting his teeth. His nails may be digging into Istredd's skin where he's holding onto him without truly noticing.
Remember, Jaskier. You are the Gem of the Phoenix. And you have survived much worse.
A monolith fucking --
He's going to piss on Geralt the moment he least expects it. Or get Roach to do it. Even more fitting.]
It is not an excuse, simply a statement of fact, when I say I did not have any idea, and thus would not have -- included you -- in a rather specific string of messages, to whom you were not the intended recipient. [He breathes.] This is a lot to take in at the moment. I didn't realize she... had friends. In Thorne. Or at all, if I'm being honest.