You're not making any sense. [And despite saying the words, it feels like an obligation -- like he must say them and make them true. Yes, Geralt is not making sense, because he is the one affected. Not him. Not Jaskier.
Because if he is. If it were his dream. If it were teacups and nightshade. If it was singing that song in front of his adoring crowd, and yet feeling so much more watching a woman pickpocket jewelry she craved than their rousing cheers. It was seeing Kol, the baker underneath their home, working so hard his knuckles had turned raw, until he'd had to wrap his hands in bandages.
If he says it, he can pretend the reason he is not here in the Horizon in the first place was an attempt at escape. Escape from what was happening. From the things he had felt after he was with Nadine. The things he'd said to Alucard --]
Julie? [Jaskier snaps out of the thoughts, staring at Geralt with a face still pale from what he'd seen. Geralt feeling strange, and being afraid for someone, and -- and making Jaskier witness his own death.
Yes. Strange. Strange is an apt fucking term.] I thought she was with Nadine. I mean, she mentioned her, briefly, but -- [It goes unsaid that Julie in the Horizon is not any stranger an occurrence than Jaskier there is. They indulge. They enjoy. They connect with it.
He looks back at Bleobheris with his hand still on Geralt's arm, and his heart curls in on itself.] Well. [His voice shakes. He swallows.] W-well, we must go find her. You already went to her domain? Was it empty?
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Because if he is. If it were his dream. If it were teacups and nightshade. If it was singing that song in front of his adoring crowd, and yet feeling so much more watching a woman pickpocket jewelry she craved than their rousing cheers. It was seeing Kol, the baker underneath their home, working so hard his knuckles had turned raw, until he'd had to wrap his hands in bandages.
If he says it, he can pretend the reason he is not here in the Horizon in the first place was an attempt at escape. Escape from what was happening. From the things he had felt after he was with Nadine. The things he'd said to Alucard --]
Julie? [Jaskier snaps out of the thoughts, staring at Geralt with a face still pale from what he'd seen. Geralt feeling strange, and being afraid for someone, and -- and making Jaskier witness his own death.
Yes. Strange. Strange is an apt fucking term.] I thought she was with Nadine. I mean, she mentioned her, briefly, but -- [It goes unsaid that Julie in the Horizon is not any stranger an occurrence than Jaskier there is. They indulge. They enjoy. They connect with it.
He looks back at Bleobheris with his hand still on Geralt's arm, and his heart curls in on itself.] Well. [His voice shakes. He swallows.] W-well, we must go find her. You already went to her domain? Was it empty?