[He nods, too. No, he agrees. It's nice that someone is clearing it up. And... perhaps Jaskier can start there, too, by going to prune the bushes. To make sure nothing happens to the cacti or the berries. When he worked on them before, he was so terribly fond of them.
The feeling feels ages ago, but. Only a few weeks, as well.
Somehow that's the worst of it. How time stretches and shrinks all at once. Perhaps if the memories had been spread out.
Healing. The mention has him looking down at his hand, as loathe as he is to look, to remember. To recall it in perfect detail. It was only a night, and yet he knows he will not be able to forget it. A blip in a long life already. He looks back and follows the hint of Alucard's, too.
How childish it must be, comparing fingers to an entire life. He has no misgivings that such a wound could have killed him, had he not been able to heal.]
A lifetime. You can do so with immortality. [Though he understands, he still hopes Alucard won't. Jaskier will terribly miss his company should he decide to sleep for a lifetime. Besides, what more could Jaskier have? Twenty years? Thirty? Longer than Alucard's lifetime, and yet nothing when compared to generations.
Strange. Does he expect to spend the rest of his life here? If the Singularity still managed to pull him back after all that, then -- he may not really have a choice.
The first time he's thought of it, and he realizes... no. It doesn't feel so terrible a thing.]
Alas. Wishes don't become desires, unless one happens to find a djinn. And my last encounter with one went rather terribly. [The swallow pecks at his hand, noting with a chirp that he has yet to really dig into his meal. Fine, fine. He goes back to eating so it doesn't bother him more.] Well, it's as you said. Music should be the first place I start. Or the second, rather. I think I will begin with checking on the cemetery gardens. I fear I may have neglected them the last few weeks.
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The feeling feels ages ago, but. Only a few weeks, as well.
Somehow that's the worst of it. How time stretches and shrinks all at once. Perhaps if the memories had been spread out.
Healing. The mention has him looking down at his hand, as loathe as he is to look, to remember. To recall it in perfect detail. It was only a night, and yet he knows he will not be able to forget it. A blip in a long life already. He looks back and follows the hint of Alucard's, too.
How childish it must be, comparing fingers to an entire life. He has no misgivings that such a wound could have killed him, had he not been able to heal.]
A lifetime. You can do so with immortality. [Though he understands, he still hopes Alucard won't. Jaskier will terribly miss his company should he decide to sleep for a lifetime. Besides, what more could Jaskier have? Twenty years? Thirty? Longer than Alucard's lifetime, and yet nothing when compared to generations.
Strange. Does he expect to spend the rest of his life here? If the Singularity still managed to pull him back after all that, then -- he may not really have a choice.
The first time he's thought of it, and he realizes... no. It doesn't feel so terrible a thing.]
Alas. Wishes don't become desires, unless one happens to find a djinn. And my last encounter with one went rather terribly. [The swallow pecks at his hand, noting with a chirp that he has yet to really dig into his meal. Fine, fine. He goes back to eating so it doesn't bother him more.] Well, it's as you said. Music should be the first place I start. Or the second, rather. I think I will begin with checking on the cemetery gardens. I fear I may have neglected them the last few weeks.