[ Now and then, it seems like the older he grows, the less he has to say. Perhaps it's that the people who know him truly know him. What more is there to learn after all this time? He remains loath to accept that he's easy to read—though Jaskier would breezily insist otherwise—but it's hard to deny that some recognize what's on his mind without speaking it out loud.
It's something he shares with her, too. Especially after he let her inside his head. (And his heart.)
He settles onto the sand with her, and leans in close. ] That's plenty.
[ His thumb traces the curve of her jaw. Then he kisses her, fingers sinking into the soft sand. ]
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It's something he shares with her, too. Especially after he let her inside his head. (And his heart.)
He settles onto the sand with her, and leans in close. ] That's plenty.
[ His thumb traces the curve of her jaw. Then he kisses her, fingers sinking into the soft sand. ]