[The fact that line does not come enshrouded in bitterness chokes him with its serious nature all the more. For a moment, he can't look at her. That seems to be a theme with people he comes to care for, isn't it? The horror of loss. It haunts them at every waking step.
Like most people, he thinks. It's only --
It feels more unfair, the losses he hears of. The ones he watches.
He sets his mug aside, fiddling with his fingers as he listens. He sees the loss that men share. And he understands how love and hate can often occupy the same spheres. In Nadine's case, he doesn't think hate exists at all. What had he told her? It feels like years ago now. You aren't the only one who's loved a monster.
He wonders why it is she thinks it must be his magic -- but then again, it's not as if he knows much about demons or magic men.
Jaskier looks back. Raises his brows. She doesn't want to talk about it, but talks about it, anyway. (What a stark picture of himself reflected.)] You needn't speak to me about anything you don't want to, I promise.
[Once, he may have pushed for the story. The story was always the goal. But Nadine, whether she meant to or not, has a place in his heart, and the last thing he wants is for her to find disinterest or discomfort in his company. (Though he's rather sure he's shot the idea he's dependable fun now.)
So he bites his tongue. He leaves it there. No but what do you change into? Can you show me?]
I hope it isn't anything that... hurts. This magic.
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Like most people, he thinks. It's only --
It feels more unfair, the losses he hears of. The ones he watches.
He sets his mug aside, fiddling with his fingers as he listens. He sees the loss that men share. And he understands how love and hate can often occupy the same spheres. In Nadine's case, he doesn't think hate exists at all. What had he told her? It feels like years ago now. You aren't the only one who's loved a monster.
He wonders why it is she thinks it must be his magic -- but then again, it's not as if he knows much about demons or magic men.
Jaskier looks back. Raises his brows. She doesn't want to talk about it, but talks about it, anyway. (What a stark picture of himself reflected.)] You needn't speak to me about anything you don't want to, I promise.
[Once, he may have pushed for the story. The story was always the goal. But Nadine, whether she meant to or not, has a place in his heart, and the last thing he wants is for her to find disinterest or discomfort in his company. (Though he's rather sure he's shot the idea he's dependable fun now.)
So he bites his tongue. He leaves it there. No but what do you change into? Can you show me?]
I hope it isn't anything that... hurts. This magic.