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Jaskier "old-timey fuckboy" Alfred Pankratz ([personal profile] cointosser) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2021-12-07 03:43 am (UTC)

[Jaskier knows the face. He has his ways. And... he'd very much enjoyed sweets during his recovery, when he could actually keep something down.

Despite this very hard knot in his stomach, he manages a choke of a laugh, quiet and ended too early. Sam, even in this state, is rather good company, he thinks. Even when he's here for Sam more than he'd meant to be.

It's a good place to be, too.]


A thing? [He pauses.] Ah, I see what you mean. Well, Sam, everything is a thing for me, given the right person.

[He looks a bit better, less of that awful pallour in his face. Jaskier's shoulder bumps his as he raises his cup to drink, and he begins to prattle: telling Sam that, with this new gift of his for plants, he's begun selling little herbs and things to the alchemists near the market. It's something to fill the air, to remind Sam, perhaps, that he is still a part of them. Red settles down, wings smooth, feet tucked in.

It gives him a sense that when he goes out with Ciri, it'll be fine. They'll find Geralt, hale and whole. Nothing out of the ordinary outside that... that Roach got away.]

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