It is, like you well know, only the mental barbs left by work unfinished. [Whether it's killing one's master or trying to ensure that elves are not systematically wiped out by a population grown to hate them.
Jaskier cannot say he did not add salt upon the wound. Toss a Coin is a favourite, but it is not favourable to elves. It never was meant to be, all things considered. Perhaps Astarion can put two and two together one day, and think that this is a point especially in why Jaskier wished to help him.
Jaskier's laugh in response is low and dry.]
Perhaps. I claim nothing about my heart but that it beats. [He waves such an accusation away, as pretty as it is. He has done horrible things to get by, just as many have. Though he can't say there's blood on his hands, so he has a bit of an advantage on some.
It strikes him that Astarion seems to comment on such things -- the morals of others, and quite directly. He wonders if such musings turn internally... or perhaps they hardly ever leave him. Two hundred years is such an ungraspable amount of time to spend in one's mind. It is worth mentioning enough that is yet still sane.]
You did unfortunately miss the last hanging, but surely the Free Cities will find plenty more scapegoats to kill for the delight of others. [That's simply a fact.] The queen of Thorne is a bit more personal. I've hardly ever been a royalist.
[To say the least. Jaskier takes him in for a moment, then leans on his hand with a smile. He hasn't even looked at the painting. And while Jaskier really wishes to needle him about it... perhaps it is best left to Astarion's privacy.] Now come. Don't be shy. Order as much bloodwine on my tab as you wish, and we'll speak on less maudlin things. I heard you've found some work...?
we can wrap whenever!!
Jaskier cannot say he did not add salt upon the wound. Toss a Coin is a favourite, but it is not favourable to elves. It never was meant to be, all things considered. Perhaps Astarion can put two and two together one day, and think that this is a point especially in why Jaskier wished to help him.
Jaskier's laugh in response is low and dry.]
Perhaps. I claim nothing about my heart but that it beats. [He waves such an accusation away, as pretty as it is. He has done horrible things to get by, just as many have. Though he can't say there's blood on his hands, so he has a bit of an advantage on some.
It strikes him that Astarion seems to comment on such things -- the morals of others, and quite directly. He wonders if such musings turn internally... or perhaps they hardly ever leave him. Two hundred years is such an ungraspable amount of time to spend in one's mind. It is worth mentioning enough that is yet still sane.]
You did unfortunately miss the last hanging, but surely the Free Cities will find plenty more scapegoats to kill for the delight of others. [That's simply a fact.] The queen of Thorne is a bit more personal. I've hardly ever been a royalist.
[To say the least. Jaskier takes him in for a moment, then leans on his hand with a smile. He hasn't even looked at the painting. And while Jaskier really wishes to needle him about it... perhaps it is best left to Astarion's privacy.] Now come. Don't be shy. Order as much bloodwine on my tab as you wish, and we'll speak on less maudlin things. I heard you've found some work...?