[He meets her look with a gentle smile. They have to, of course. If that's where her world was destined to go. He puts her first story, and the lost little girl, in the back of his head, the illusion disappearing into wisps of smoke.
He tops off their wine, his first goblet having been vanquished.
Jaskier crafts the images more carefully this time. The shade of a girl with a hole in her chest. A magic man? He cannot help but think of the djinn, and the swirling gale that crafted its form, a face moving in and out of the vague outline of it.
Queens, now, he has so much experience with. And thus the girl ages, a crown on her head as she rises above a castle.
Only at the word demon does he look up in distraction, staring at her. A demon? Geralt's told him of them before. And thus does the gusty djinn turn into a man with red eyes, coils of darkness radiating off of him. A spirit possessing a man. A creature wearing a suit.
This one he's already set aside. Nadine is quiet, and he imagines she must be lonely, but all of it doesn't seem to fit. A queen of darkness? Demons? Demons don't have kings. (Okay. To be fair, he didn't know what an angel was, either.) But moreso than that, it is hard to imagine the woman next to him, in her cozy sweater, delicately sipping from a goblet, loving a creature. Participating in awful things.
He can easily guess what that might mean.]
Are you sure the girl wasn't already a demon herself? [He snorts, swirling his wine.] Where I'm from, it's said they travel in pairs.
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He tops off their wine, his first goblet having been vanquished.
Jaskier crafts the images more carefully this time. The shade of a girl with a hole in her chest. A magic man? He cannot help but think of the djinn, and the swirling gale that crafted its form, a face moving in and out of the vague outline of it.
Queens, now, he has so much experience with. And thus the girl ages, a crown on her head as she rises above a castle.
Only at the word demon does he look up in distraction, staring at her. A demon? Geralt's told him of them before. And thus does the gusty djinn turn into a man with red eyes, coils of darkness radiating off of him. A spirit possessing a man. A creature wearing a suit.
This one he's already set aside. Nadine is quiet, and he imagines she must be lonely, but all of it doesn't seem to fit. A queen of darkness? Demons? Demons don't have kings. (Okay. To be fair, he didn't know what an angel was, either.) But moreso than that, it is hard to imagine the woman next to him, in her cozy sweater, delicately sipping from a goblet, loving a creature. Participating in awful things.
He can easily guess what that might mean.]
Are you sure the girl wasn't already a demon herself? [He snorts, swirling his wine.] Where I'm from, it's said they travel in pairs.