I know it was him. I can't be imagining it, right? That'd be right fucking pathetic.
[Ugh. Even saying it aloud makes him feel sick. Or perhaps he's just sick. This is. A lot. Fuck. He's only a bard.
And this is not the stuff ballads are made of.]
I don't know where he is. He didn't say. He didn't say anything else. [Jaskier does it for her. He covers his face with his hands and screams into them, bursting with relief and even more fear and the very real fact he's going to fucking kill him. Just. Choke him. Why? Why is he like this?
He knows why. Jaskier doesn't have to guess that Geralt fears someone eavesdropping on this spell. To be fair, do any of them know if that's even possible? It could be. All he's used it so far is an explicit invitation to a party. And arguing with some fool with lofty ideals.
He lowers his hands, wiping sand off his face.] Let's... let's gather his things. We can take them back. I don't think it's safe to stay here. With... all of this.
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[Ugh. Even saying it aloud makes him feel sick. Or perhaps he's just sick. This is. A lot. Fuck. He's only a bard.
And this is not the stuff ballads are made of.]
I don't know where he is. He didn't say. He didn't say anything else. [Jaskier does it for her. He covers his face with his hands and screams into them, bursting with relief and even more fear and the very real fact he's going to fucking kill him. Just. Choke him. Why? Why is he like this?
He knows why. Jaskier doesn't have to guess that Geralt fears someone eavesdropping on this spell. To be fair, do any of them know if that's even possible? It could be. All he's used it so far is an explicit invitation to a party. And arguing with some fool with lofty ideals.
He lowers his hands, wiping sand off his face.] Let's... let's gather his things. We can take them back. I don't think it's safe to stay here. With... all of this.