[And there is that. It's not really an... an offering. Calling it that, like it's a gift, is disingenuous. It is more a statement: that Jaskier is here, they are trapped here together, and through Destiny or the Singularity or neither or both, they are tied inextricably together. Whatever happened to Geralt is his pain, his memories. But it needn't sit in the Witcher, alone, forever. If he can't share the pain, what's the fucking point?
Jaskier knows that's the point, and yet. And yet he does not expect an answer.
It's receiving one that makes him jerk; all at once the rose withers and dies in a moment, in mere seconds, the very life choked out of it. He hadn't meant to, barely has mind to even notice how the blackened leaves now curl in on themselves, how the petals have fallen.
Geralt says only enough for Jaskier to pick up the pieces himself. She. He goes through women in his mind, but the list is terribly short when it comes to Geralt. When it comes to... Thorne. Of course it's she. It's always She, with a capital S, because She certainly is always there when things are right and proper fucked.
Who else could it be? Who else interferes and makes things worse? Gloating around, searching out her little feelers for more power? He begins to feel that sharp sting of anger -- mixed with that cold, awful attraction he prefers to deny to himself even now -- and it nearly rises to his face. Perhaps it does, for a second: the darkening of his brows and a snarl to his lip. But. To drown out all else.]
Yennefer was there. [A statement that he's quite sure does not need confirmation. He closes his eyes, lifts his hands to rub his face. Yennefer was there, because surely she has spent her time ingratiating herself to the nobles of Thorne. Perhaps to the monarchs themselves. To the other mages. Gloating about her power. Showing it off. Helping --
Yennefer was there, while mages were digging through the Witcher's memories. To find what? is the obvious question, but it could mean so many things. Yennefer, reaching into his mind, and -- and she found that basement somehow? Is that why it had appeared?
It must be. Why it had only appeared in the scant seconds Geralt could manage to maintain the Horizon. Unbidden. Unwanted. Like the shadow of the girl.
Jaskier is quiet, his words steady, yet slow. As he picks them out before Geralt shuts the door in his face.] Did she know what she was reaching for? Did it... did it work?
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Jaskier knows that's the point, and yet. And yet he does not expect an answer.
It's receiving one that makes him jerk; all at once the rose withers and dies in a moment, in mere seconds, the very life choked out of it. He hadn't meant to, barely has mind to even notice how the blackened leaves now curl in on themselves, how the petals have fallen.
Geralt says only enough for Jaskier to pick up the pieces himself. She. He goes through women in his mind, but the list is terribly short when it comes to Geralt. When it comes to... Thorne. Of course it's she. It's always She, with a capital S, because She certainly is always there when things are right and proper fucked.
Who else could it be? Who else interferes and makes things worse? Gloating around, searching out her little feelers for more power? He begins to feel that sharp sting of anger -- mixed with that cold, awful attraction he prefers to deny to himself even now -- and it nearly rises to his face. Perhaps it does, for a second: the darkening of his brows and a snarl to his lip. But. To drown out all else.]
Yennefer was there. [A statement that he's quite sure does not need confirmation. He closes his eyes, lifts his hands to rub his face. Yennefer was there, because surely she has spent her time ingratiating herself to the nobles of Thorne. Perhaps to the monarchs themselves. To the other mages. Gloating about her power. Showing it off. Helping --
Yennefer was there, while mages were digging through the Witcher's memories. To find what? is the obvious question, but it could mean so many things. Yennefer, reaching into his mind, and -- and she found that basement somehow? Is that why it had appeared?
It must be. Why it had only appeared in the scant seconds Geralt could manage to maintain the Horizon. Unbidden. Unwanted. Like the shadow of the girl.
Jaskier is quiet, his words steady, yet slow. As he picks them out before Geralt shuts the door in his face.] Did she know what she was reaching for? Did it... did it work?