[ For once, it is not deliberate. He's still catching up, still several paces behind, unsure of how to explain any of what happened.
His fingers curl into his palm. His nails dig in. ]
I— [ Shit. He takes a breath. ] I don't know. Once or twice now, people, they envision their deaths.
[ It feels good. No. That isn't right. Not good, but...a rush, coursing through his veins. One that leaves him wanting as much as he feels horrified by the thought. He doesn't know how it spreads. Touch? His proximity? (Is that just the nature of things, death bleeding from his fingertips to those around him?)
He wants to reach out to Jaskier. He's afraid to. ] I didn't mean to hurt you.
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His fingers curl into his palm. His nails dig in. ]
I— [ Shit. He takes a breath. ] I don't know. Once or twice now, people, they envision their deaths.
[ It feels good. No. That isn't right. Not good, but...a rush, coursing through his veins. One that leaves him wanting as much as he feels horrified by the thought. He doesn't know how it spreads. Touch? His proximity? (Is that just the nature of things, death bleeding from his fingertips to those around him?)
He wants to reach out to Jaskier. He's afraid to. ] I didn't mean to hurt you.