You'll have an eternity before you know it's passed.
[The words, especially from Jaskier, sound shockingly wistful. For a moment, he looks away, and perhaps he sees something in that darkened, storming sky. An omen, or something worse? He has written more songs than he can count on the passage of time. How when it does not matter, that the world, in some way, becomes incomprehensible.
People become incomprehensible, when they're reduced to only moments, or periods, or eras... and existence is leaving one era, only to enter the next, having left pieces of oneself behind.
His eyes glint back to John, a shocking blue. A song that Jaskier dare not sing begins to craft itself in the back of his mind.] Surely you're not implying anything about me, beloved Verity. I always speak my mind.
no subject
[The words, especially from Jaskier, sound shockingly wistful. For a moment, he looks away, and perhaps he sees something in that darkened, storming sky. An omen, or something worse? He has written more songs than he can count on the passage of time. How when it does not matter, that the world, in some way, becomes incomprehensible.
People become incomprehensible, when they're reduced to only moments, or periods, or eras... and existence is leaving one era, only to enter the next, having left pieces of oneself behind.
His eyes glint back to John, a shocking blue. A song that Jaskier dare not sing begins to craft itself in the back of his mind.] Surely you're not implying anything about me, beloved Verity. I always speak my mind.