[He really wants to stick to the random bones idea. Look, Hector likes -- well, he probably likes bone, though he was very much not fond of the bone ring Jaskier attempted to gift him with. There was that bone princess. Bones are a fact of life.
What, does Alucard think he would sing of this? He nods, and his face is no longer reaching for the jokes and jests he would use to alleviate the mood.
There is no chance for it now. To his credit, he did not mean to meander onto the dhamphir's past like this. A few tidbits about his parents could be fun. And then he'd thrown in that his father had, you know, skeletons --
It's Jaskier's fault for not being able to let it lie.
He remains silent as Alucard does, surprisingly, offer explanation. And as he hears it, he would heavily disagree that the context does not matter. It matters terribly. He lifts his hand, curls his fingers, lays it back down. It isn't necessarily the reason Alucard is aloof where it comes to touch, but he certainly wouldn't blame him if it was.
Jaskier releases a breath, scrubbing his face with a faint fuck behind his hands. When he drops them, his heart is heavier for this new weight. What does one even say to that? It is one thing to be so betrayed. But it is fully something else to suffer this on top of heartbreak. Of course it was nothing so... well, he did not mess about with bodies, but he'd nearly made a terrible mistake after his own heartbreak, too.] I'm so sorry, Alucard. That you went through that.
[He would be quite the hypocrite if he blamed him for that. For defense. For... doing what people do, backed into a corner. From lashing out. It's terrible and brutal and -- that's what the Continent has proven to him, time and time again. That people are terrible, and brutal... especially in defense of their own hearts.]
literally this is the opposite of anything I intentioned
What, does Alucard think he would sing of this? He nods, and his face is no longer reaching for the jokes and jests he would use to alleviate the mood.
There is no chance for it now. To his credit, he did not mean to meander onto the dhamphir's past like this. A few tidbits about his parents could be fun. And then he'd thrown in that his father had, you know, skeletons --
It's Jaskier's fault for not being able to let it lie.
He remains silent as Alucard does, surprisingly, offer explanation. And as he hears it, he would heavily disagree that the context does not matter. It matters terribly. He lifts his hand, curls his fingers, lays it back down. It isn't necessarily the reason Alucard is aloof where it comes to touch, but he certainly wouldn't blame him if it was.
Jaskier releases a breath, scrubbing his face with a faint fuck behind his hands. When he drops them, his heart is heavier for this new weight. What does one even say to that? It is one thing to be so betrayed. But it is fully something else to suffer this on top of heartbreak. Of course it was nothing so... well, he did not mess about with bodies, but he'd nearly made a terrible mistake after his own heartbreak, too.] I'm so sorry, Alucard. That you went through that.
[He would be quite the hypocrite if he blamed him for that. For defense. For... doing what people do, backed into a corner. From lashing out. It's terrible and brutal and -- that's what the Continent has proven to him, time and time again. That people are terrible, and brutal... especially in defense of their own hearts.]