Yeah, at least a few hundred years, possibly up to a thousand? I don't know for sure, that was Inej's thing more than mine. I don't know what makes some Grisha more or less powerful, probably genetics.
[ Jesper's mother was a very skilled Durast but his father is normal. He wonders if two Grisha parents would make someone exceptionally strong, but he's aware that the Sun Summoner came from no deep blood at all, as far as he knows. Sometimes people are just born special. He's a stronger Durast than many people are, he knows that much, but not centuries of life ahead of him kind. Those are one in a thousand, he's pretty sure. Jesper never learned much about his people. ]
It'd be nice if one of these days we could all just bloody see each other. I think I'll die before I give up on my idea of us as our own community.
[ It's not as if they can live independently entirely, they'd still have to treat with other people and have alliances, but what Jesper means is like their own camp, somewhere none of the sides can control. He doesn't know how that would be possibly, honestly, but he just hates being constantly under the thumb of their territories. He sighs and kisses Claude's cheek back, running fingers through his hair affectionately. It's a pipe dream, Jesper is aware, but he'll keep coming back to it.
Until they're gods again and can do whatever they want, obviously. Jesper's not against that, he had a pretty good time. His permanent Fey ears have something to say about how much he enjoyed living free and untethered by anything. ]
Maybe you should be flirting with your lovers from other factions then, if you have such a limited time.
[ Jesper smiles at him, his mood bouncing back easily, and he's teasing. He could (and has) been doing the same, but maybe he's being a bit of a gossip. ]
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[ Jesper's mother was a very skilled Durast but his father is normal. He wonders if two Grisha parents would make someone exceptionally strong, but he's aware that the Sun Summoner came from no deep blood at all, as far as he knows. Sometimes people are just born special. He's a stronger Durast than many people are, he knows that much, but not centuries of life ahead of him kind. Those are one in a thousand, he's pretty sure. Jesper never learned much about his people. ]
It'd be nice if one of these days we could all just bloody see each other. I think I'll die before I give up on my idea of us as our own community.
[ It's not as if they can live independently entirely, they'd still have to treat with other people and have alliances, but what Jesper means is like their own camp, somewhere none of the sides can control. He doesn't know how that would be possibly, honestly, but he just hates being constantly under the thumb of their territories. He sighs and kisses Claude's cheek back, running fingers through his hair affectionately. It's a pipe dream, Jesper is aware, but he'll keep coming back to it.
Until they're gods again and can do whatever they want, obviously. Jesper's not against that, he had a pretty good time. His permanent Fey ears have something to say about how much he enjoyed living free and untethered by anything. ]
Maybe you should be flirting with your lovers from other factions then, if you have such a limited time.
[ Jesper smiles at him, his mood bouncing back easily, and he's teasing. He could (and has) been doing the same, but maybe he's being a bit of a gossip. ]
You have at least one or two of those, yeah?