[It is the beauty of the Horizon that hair never floats its way over to him and sticks to his body, nor does the water ever stop flowing (seemingly from nowhere) into the warm pool they sit in, nor does it dirty or cool. It's a steady, warm temperature that turns Jaskier's skin pink, and he's already dunked his head several times to push his wet hair out of his face.
It's getting ridiculously long now. Though still nothing compared to Alucard's.]
Honestly. What I wouldn't give for cooler air and a hot spring. I think being in the desert so long is drying my skin.
[His head leans back against a perfectly positioned rock behind him, the picture of relaxation. It is a testament to how long their friendship has survived that Jaskier didn't even make mention of Alucard's naked body (even if he sneaked a peek at the scar across his chest... just to see how large it was.
"Too large" is the correct answer.)]
The bathhouses are nice enough, but sometimes one longs for the privacy of... I don't know. Nature. [He lifts his head. The nature he is used to (lush, thick forests) is certainly lacking around Cadens, and after their visit to Nocwich, that longing for green has reemerged in him. Even in the Horizon, relaxing at the base of Bleobheris's trunk, doesn't fulfill that longing entirely.
He stretches his legs out with a sigh.] Probably. Since I returned, we lost track of all our herbs and spices. Geralt and Ciri weren't hunting as much, I think... considering how often they bothered me in hospital. [He smiles at nothing except the memory of Geralt holding Mog up to this window.] I've mostly been popping into the bakery underneath us every morning to chew my way through several loaves of bread. Beyond that, my energy has been lacking.
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It's getting ridiculously long now. Though still nothing compared to Alucard's.]
Honestly. What I wouldn't give for cooler air and a hot spring. I think being in the desert so long is drying my skin.
[His head leans back against a perfectly positioned rock behind him, the picture of relaxation. It is a testament to how long their friendship has survived that Jaskier didn't even make mention of Alucard's naked body (even if he sneaked a peek at the scar across his chest... just to see how large it was.
"Too large" is the correct answer.)]
The bathhouses are nice enough, but sometimes one longs for the privacy of... I don't know. Nature. [He lifts his head. The nature he is used to (lush, thick forests) is certainly lacking around Cadens, and after their visit to Nocwich, that longing for green has reemerged in him. Even in the Horizon, relaxing at the base of Bleobheris's trunk, doesn't fulfill that longing entirely.
He stretches his legs out with a sigh.] Probably. Since I returned, we lost track of all our herbs and spices. Geralt and Ciri weren't hunting as much, I think... considering how often they bothered me in hospital. [He smiles at nothing except the memory of Geralt holding Mog up to this window.] I've mostly been popping into the bakery underneath us every morning to chew my way through several loaves of bread. Beyond that, my energy has been lacking.