[Oh, so this is what he gets for trying to be sincere? Jaskier huffs at him, but doesn't push it. He suspects, like always, Geralt wants to pretend it didn't happen, or that he didn't say it, or he doesn't want to deal with the consequences of having said it.
Like always.
Jaskier is not annoyed at it now, though. Gods, he's so far beyond being able to feel something as simple as annoyance. His chest is a tangled ball of threads: of fear, and trepidation; of a strange sort of hope; of a small part of him that does want to connect with this giant, living stone, because he has gained magic and made it so much of himself that Jaskier often finds he wants more of it, the same way he feels an itch to craft another song. A source of inspiration that he opens himself to. At first, slowly. And then more eagerly.
Jaskier steps away from the Singularity, fingers rubbing together where they still buzz with this unknowable, frantic energy.
This has been either the longest day or night of his life. Or journey of indeterminable amount of time. All the things that have happened already... and they have found no clue of where Julie is.]
Of all the things you could apologize for so readily. [He snorts.] Where was this energy a year ago? Anyway, I agreed to come, you lummox, but I'm not sure I've helped at all. If she has some connection to the Singularity, I can imagine she might have come here, but... I don't know. Could it have sent her somewhere else? I have not had a great deal of luck landing where I wanted to accurately for a few days, so. I may not be the only one. We do all seem to share in the misery, after all.
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Like always.
Jaskier is not annoyed at it now, though. Gods, he's so far beyond being able to feel something as simple as annoyance. His chest is a tangled ball of threads: of fear, and trepidation; of a strange sort of hope; of a small part of him that does want to connect with this giant, living stone, because he has gained magic and made it so much of himself that Jaskier often finds he wants more of it, the same way he feels an itch to craft another song. A source of inspiration that he opens himself to. At first, slowly. And then more eagerly.
Jaskier steps away from the Singularity, fingers rubbing together where they still buzz with this unknowable, frantic energy.
This has been either the longest day or night of his life. Or journey of indeterminable amount of time. All the things that have happened already... and they have found no clue of where Julie is.]
Of all the things you could apologize for so readily. [He snorts.] Where was this energy a year ago? Anyway, I agreed to come, you lummox, but I'm not sure I've helped at all. If she has some connection to the Singularity, I can imagine she might have come here, but... I don't know. Could it have sent her somewhere else? I have not had a great deal of luck landing where I wanted to accurately for a few days, so. I may not be the only one. We do all seem to share in the misery, after all.