[He thought, a little drunkenly, that it probably didn't matter if he knew what was happening, because there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. And that should terrify him. He could lay here and die while Sam did whatever he did, and he would be unable to stop it. Forces outside of his control.
He should be afraid. He wasn't.
Sam's magic. He sank into it.]
People die all the time. For the worst reasons. [He says the things he would normally be screaming. Probably for the best he can't do it now. Jaskier closes his eyes, feeling this awful lurch in his stomach. The potion tasted indescribable, as potions do. Cold and slimy and it still soothed his parched throat, run ran from the sand he'd inhaled.] There was a witch.
[It's hard enough to keep hold of this conversation as it is, but in context, it made sense to him. Yennefer was there. Whatever the potion hadn't done, she had. Apparently. From what Geralt had told him.
Geralt. Where was --
He opened his eyes. And there she is. Not the Yennefer of that memory -- and as quickly as it came, the memory slips out of his head -- but the one of the Horizon, with her crooked jaw and bright, violet eyes. The way she blinked them coquettishly, except it had been so genuine. She holds his hand in both of hers, and it's warm again. He smiles at her.] How did you get here so fast?
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He should be afraid. He wasn't.
Sam's magic. He sank into it.]
People die all the time. For the worst reasons. [He says the things he would normally be screaming. Probably for the best he can't do it now. Jaskier closes his eyes, feeling this awful lurch in his stomach. The potion tasted indescribable, as potions do. Cold and slimy and it still soothed his parched throat, run ran from the sand he'd inhaled.] There was a witch.
[It's hard enough to keep hold of this conversation as it is, but in context, it made sense to him. Yennefer was there. Whatever the potion hadn't done, she had. Apparently. From what Geralt had told him.
Geralt. Where was --
He opened his eyes. And there she is. Not the Yennefer of that memory -- and as quickly as it came, the memory slips out of his head -- but the one of the Horizon, with her crooked jaw and bright, violet eyes. The way she blinked them coquettishly, except it had been so genuine. She holds his hand in both of hers, and it's warm again. He smiles at her.] How did you get here so fast?