[Perhaps Jaskier should be more concerned that Alucard admits to mass murder so simply -- but honestly, they would not be such good friends, he thinks, if the man wasn't upfront about it. Pretending it is not true does not change what is true.
All right, even for Jaskier, the whole chest opening thing is a lot. He pales, but he can't help but --
Oh, god. He might be getting off on this. Not --
No. It isn't sexual. It isn't anything like this. He's. Wrong. Of course there's plenty of bastards who deserve a good, hearty death, but (paint the walls red, leave the grass so soaked with blood that even those still standing slip and fall into it.) He shakes himself, and it's a war inside his head for the moment the feeling swelling through him like pleasure wars with his utter revulsion.
He cannot take seeing that sight again. He can't. But he --
He swallows bile and sweetness all at once.] Perhaps we can spare me the details when I'm already a bit fucked up as it is. [It's said frankly, without bite. Honest.] You're right. It doesn't. But I do think something is... I don't know. This is more than the dead rising and causing a ruckus again. [He holds his hands up, covers his face for a moment, rubs his temples.] I completely goaded you into that answer. Ooh, this is insanely fucked. Just -- promise me if I ask a nasty question, you don't answer it. Or I'm going to throw up on one of these bloody graves.
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All right, even for Jaskier, the whole chest opening thing is a lot. He pales, but he can't help but --
Oh, god. He might be getting off on this. Not --
No. It isn't sexual. It isn't anything like this. He's. Wrong. Of course there's plenty of bastards who deserve a good, hearty death, but (paint the walls red, leave the grass so soaked with blood that even those still standing slip and fall into it.) He shakes himself, and it's a war inside his head for the moment the feeling swelling through him like pleasure wars with his utter revulsion.
He cannot take seeing that sight again. He can't. But he --
He swallows bile and sweetness all at once.] Perhaps we can spare me the details when I'm already a bit fucked up as it is. [It's said frankly, without bite. Honest.] You're right. It doesn't. But I do think something is... I don't know. This is more than the dead rising and causing a ruckus again. [He holds his hands up, covers his face for a moment, rubs his temples.] I completely goaded you into that answer. Ooh, this is insanely fucked. Just -- promise me if I ask a nasty question, you don't answer it. Or I'm going to throw up on one of these bloody graves.