[And Jaskier knows he knows. That Verity has seen something, pierced through the veil, and is calm, slow, collected... bringing a horse to water and waiting as it learns that it can drink.
Watching as the horse decides whether the water is poisoned or not.
Jaskier has long been a master of poison and toxins; if he wanted to, he could blight out this entire world in an instant. He's sure of that. And this? Gods, this is toxic even to his kind.
There was a time where the answer to that question would be, what isn't there to fear?]
What all men fear, John. [The name slips, blooming like something sour on his tongue. The toxin invading his body.] Losing what I have.
no worries!
Watching as the horse decides whether the water is poisoned or not.
Jaskier has long been a master of poison and toxins; if he wanted to, he could blight out this entire world in an instant. He's sure of that. And this? Gods, this is toxic even to his kind.
There was a time where the answer to that question would be, what isn't there to fear?]
What all men fear, John. [The name slips, blooming like something sour on his tongue. The toxin invading his body.] Losing what I have.