[ OPEN/SOME CLOSED ] if I had to do it over, I'd do it all again

[cointosser]

Who: Jaskier, Ciri, Geralt, Yennefer, Alucard, and some open prompts
When: Mid-to-Late January
Where: Cadens and the Horizon
What: Jaskier wakes from a vivid, nasty dream to physical evidence that it was unfortunately very real. He spirals, but like, only a little bit. It mostly involves getting drunk and buying hats to cope.
Warnings: Mentions of bodily injury/torture, maybe PTSD, heavy drinking



[Will be throwing starters (including open ones) down below! You can hit me up at scathefire or #scathefire6612 if you'd like to plot anything or want an additional starter. Also, let me know if you'd like me to avoid S2 spoilers, because there will be a lot.]

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[cointosser]

[A bit of surprise crosses Jaskier's face, but it passes rather quickly. Their glasses click together, Jaskier taking a deep sip afterwards. The wine is shit, sour as hell, and the fermentation hits the back of his tongue hard.

Tastes about how Oxenfurt feels.]

Rhy, you have an absolutely wonderful outlook on life, might I say.

[Drunk and distracted. Jaskier isn't the only one who appears to have changed. He gives Rhy a look of consideration, moving across his face. (All right, he's still as handsome as ever, too.) Has something happened? In Thorne, perhaps?] It's nice to be understood. Sometimes all I want is to drink and forget who I am. For a while. A distraction.

[From life. From memories. Perhaps that's where Rhy's change comes from, too. Memories.]

[londonbound]

[ Everything that happened was before Thorne. And it had been fucking everything, one thing after the other, until there was nothing left of him at all -- except what Kell had salvaged. And now Kell is gone. Since then, he's been clawing for purchase, clinging to anything that can help him feel grounded in his own body.

Rhy laughs, as beautiful and warm as before, but this time, there is a sharpness lingering beneath the humor. He takes another swig, hissing and shuddering at the taste, and flashes Jaskier his white teeth in something between a grimace and a grin. ]

If it's only sometimes, you've got some catching up to do.

[cointosser]

[A sharpness one could cut a finger open on. Yet. You know, fuck it. He'd rather be around this right now. Someone who reflects who he is, not who he'd rather be. Not... still pretending he's all right. And that was before the memories, when the worst was he could not shake the fear he'd felt for Geralt's disappearance.

At least a hot bath with a pretty stranger was enough to assuage that fear. For a while.]

I told you it was shit! [He laughs, too. And it surprises him, how easy it comes to think of kissing him again. He'd had plenty of tastes some time ago. He was still Jaskier.]

You know that sort of line has one demanding stories, don't you? [He drags over a bottle (or two), making sure they have plenty to fill up on.] Has it turned out that forgetting was much easier than remembering?

[londonbound]

Believe it or not, I have had worse. [ Rhy tips his glass toward Jaskier's again, clicking them together, takes a deep breath to brace himself, and drains the rest. The grimace he makes accompanies a full body shudder.

He comes up gasping, eyes stinging, and laughs again. The booze settles hot in his belly, and it hits hard and fast (maybe it's just because he wants to be drunk and the Horizon can make it happen as he wishes). Jaskier's questions are ones that need plenty of alcohol.

Rhy sets his cup back down, nudging it toward the bottle for a refill, then folds an elbow on the table to rest his cheek upon and shakes his head. ]

No. There are some things one should never forget.