[ Pondering. He rolls his eyes, imagines Jaskier need not see to know that he has. He settles next Jaskier instead of on top—the bed has plenty of room here—and coaxes Jaskier onto his side. ]
Maybe. [ Mm. Not unpleasant thoughts. He can recognize Jaskier trusts him and he can recognize, too, that in the Horizon, it tends to feel—safer. It's a feeling he understands can't be relied upon to ignore reality—it doesn't work like that—but one which he also has come to use from time to time. A reprieve.
(Perhaps he is ignoring the world, a bit.)
His hand runs down bare skin, over Jaskier's hips. The alcohol leaves him with less on his mind; desire takes care of the rest. There's just this, them. A jar oil that he slicks his fingers with, and then he's gliding them down Jaskier's spine, further and further. ]
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Maybe. [ Mm. Not unpleasant thoughts. He can recognize Jaskier trusts him and he can recognize, too, that in the Horizon, it tends to feel—safer. It's a feeling he understands can't be relied upon to ignore reality—it doesn't work like that—but one which he also has come to use from time to time. A reprieve.
(Perhaps he is ignoring the world, a bit.)
His hand runs down bare skin, over Jaskier's hips. The alcohol leaves him with less on his mind; desire takes care of the rest. There's just this, them. A jar oil that he slicks his fingers with, and then he's gliding them down Jaskier's spine, further and further. ]