[It feels good to sink into someone. It's not as if Geralt and Yennefer did not offer their -- very unique -- brands of comfort. He doesn't really need comfort now that it is in the past. Redania could not give him what he wanted, but Rience is still dead, and as long as this world does not see fit to bring him back, that is all Jaskier needs.
Just the knowledge he is dead and gone. That no one will remember his name. Another puppet of powers who did not care for him.
Perhaps he was pitiable. Jaskier, however, doesn't give a shite.
He lets Rhy embrace him, rests in the very real warmth of him. It's so good to see him, in a place that is not the Horizon. He knows it's as good as real, but the full knowledge of it isn't. Funny... a bit like these memories, isn't it?]
You're doing all I would've asked for. [He smiles to himself. Skin-to-skin, Mog sleeping peacefully now, and the quiet of a cooled Nocwich inn room is comfort enough.] And you smell delectable. A new cologne, perhaps?
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Just the knowledge he is dead and gone. That no one will remember his name. Another puppet of powers who did not care for him.
Perhaps he was pitiable. Jaskier, however, doesn't give a shite.
He lets Rhy embrace him, rests in the very real warmth of him. It's so good to see him, in a place that is not the Horizon. He knows it's as good as real, but the full knowledge of it isn't. Funny... a bit like these memories, isn't it?]
You're doing all I would've asked for. [He smiles to himself. Skin-to-skin, Mog sleeping peacefully now, and the quiet of a cooled Nocwich inn room is comfort enough.] And you smell delectable. A new cologne, perhaps?