Jaskier takes his hands from Hector's shoulder, crafting a polite space between them. A funny thing, it is, this dissonance. Wanting to talk about it, wanting to not. Thinking to himself, if you were there, this wouldn't have happened to me. How could one forget their lover offering to raise the dead for them? Forgemasters, he imagines, don't get tied to chairs and played about with like dolls owned by... pyromaniacs.
He shivers.]
I appreciate it.
[He leaves it there, for now. Yes, he sort of does want to tell him. But he also feels terrible enough he burdened Hector with the whole Geralt thing. He must appear rather fraught with drama, mustn't he?
Jaskier chokes suddenly. Oh. Oh. That's -- that's what he thought? He. Oh. Oh, for the gods' sake --
Does it really sound like that sort of song?
(It could be about anyone.)]
While I find it extremely sexy that you would offer to take out anyone who has broken my heart -- and believe me, were we on the Continent, I would take you up on it -- it is not necessary in this instance. [His heart, if possible is all the fonder for the offer of -- er, murder, maybe? Hector is so... so very much himself.]
I do, I think, want to talk about it. With you. It's only... difficult. [How does he even explain? He's tried, a few times, but he isn't really sure it comes across. What happened. What it's done to him.
His set is done. He can't imagine forcing out another song now. Not today.] What say we go for a walk? I'll try to. Explain. Perhaps in three hundred words or less.
no subject
One can't blame him for trying.
Jaskier takes his hands from Hector's shoulder, crafting a polite space between them. A funny thing, it is, this dissonance. Wanting to talk about it, wanting to not. Thinking to himself, if you were there, this wouldn't have happened to me. How could one forget their lover offering to raise the dead for them? Forgemasters, he imagines, don't get tied to chairs and played about with like dolls owned by... pyromaniacs.
He shivers.]
I appreciate it.
[He leaves it there, for now. Yes, he sort of does want to tell him. But he also feels terrible enough he burdened Hector with the whole Geralt thing. He must appear rather fraught with drama, mustn't he?
Jaskier chokes suddenly. Oh. Oh. That's -- that's what he thought? He. Oh. Oh, for the gods' sake --
Does it really sound like that sort of song?
(It could be about anyone.)]
While I find it extremely sexy that you would offer to take out anyone who has broken my heart -- and believe me, were we on the Continent, I would take you up on it -- it is not necessary in this instance. [His heart, if possible is all the fonder for the offer of -- er, murder, maybe? Hector is so... so very much himself.]
I do, I think, want to talk about it. With you. It's only... difficult. [How does he even explain? He's tried, a few times, but he isn't really sure it comes across. What happened. What it's done to him.
His set is done. He can't imagine forcing out another song now. Not today.] What say we go for a walk? I'll try to. Explain. Perhaps in three hundred words or less.