[ It takes Rhy a second to understand. For the horror of it to really land.
His eyes widen, and he squeezes Jaskier's hands (gently), fingers trembling. ]
Oh, Jaskier-- That's so awful! I'm sorry you suffered like that. What an atrocious, absolutely horrendous bag of actual shit. [ He bites it out with a cold venom so uncharacteristic of his usual warm, earnest voice. The words shake leaving his throat. ]
Saints... and the scars? [ He feels Jaskier's fingertips beneath his own, the different texture of the new skin. He'd never noticed. ]
Even though you didn't go anywhere? [ Surely if Jaskier actually somehow ended up back home and was Summoned yet again, he wouldn't neglect to mention it. ]
[There. He thinks it must be the first time he's ever truly explained it -- to someone who wasn't there to understand Rience, and fire magic, and what it's done to him -- since it happened. His smile is almost wistful, and while maybe another would have pulled from the touch, Jaskier is grateful for it. His hands still shake even now, thinking of it.
His laugh is almost silent, but it's there.] He truly was.
[Rience hardly deserves a touch of kindness from anyone; Jaskier hardly cares what led him to doing what he does. Another man who wants power, who wants to please his masters. He leans into Rhy's shoulder, uncurling his fingers in display.] I don't know how to explain it. To me, I was there. Those things happened. Time has passed.
[He can't not believe that, because it's what he needs to make sense of it. They were experiences, pieces of his life.] But when I was there, I suppose... I didn't have memories of being here, either. It's almost -- we have an event that happened in my world, called the Conjunction of the Spheres. It's when several worlds impacted upon each other, joining together to become one. That's what this feels like. As if two separate lives has smashed together, forming one. Forming mine. Without these scars, I might have considered it nothing. But... I know what the touch of flame feels like, for hours of it. I cannot just believe it's a memory only granted to me.
[ The description seems the best he can manage, and Rhy tries to make sense of it. But it doesn't matter that he doesn't understand, logically speaking. What he does know is that, to Jaskier, it is real. That his pain was real, as is his fear.
Rhy puts an arm around his shoulders and hugs him close, pressing his forehead to the side of Jaskier's head. ]
That sounds very confusing and frightening. I'm sorry you went through that.
I only hope sharing it with me has lightened the burden you carry, even if only slightly. Is there anything I can do?
[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?
Almond oil! A genius stands before me. Oh, were it that I was able to give you your very own almond tree, but I fear she shall not make it through the portal.
[Most likely it is magic interfering with magic, but he cannot say for sure. What he can say is that Thorne could use more almond trees if it makes their men smell this heavenly.]
I missed you, too. [He wishes he could claim that held true on the Continent, but Jaskier has long come to terms that these two lives are separate somehow. They he cannot even carry memories of Nadine with him -- which hurts more than anything.] He's never treated me well, but you can rest assured he's treating me the same as usual. [He picks his head up to kiss Rhy's lovely cheek back, arms around him. Simply marveling in the touch.] And what of your Kell?
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His eyes widen, and he squeezes Jaskier's hands (gently), fingers trembling. ]
Oh, Jaskier-- That's so awful! I'm sorry you suffered like that. What an atrocious, absolutely horrendous bag of actual shit. [ He bites it out with a cold venom so uncharacteristic of his usual warm, earnest voice. The words shake leaving his throat. ]
Saints... and the scars? [ He feels Jaskier's fingertips beneath his own, the different texture of the new skin. He'd never noticed. ]
Even though you didn't go anywhere? [ Surely if Jaskier actually somehow ended up back home and was Summoned yet again, he wouldn't neglect to mention it. ]
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His laugh is almost silent, but it's there.] He truly was.
[Rience hardly deserves a touch of kindness from anyone; Jaskier hardly cares what led him to doing what he does. Another man who wants power, who wants to please his masters. He leans into Rhy's shoulder, uncurling his fingers in display.] I don't know how to explain it. To me, I was there. Those things happened. Time has passed.
[He can't not believe that, because it's what he needs to make sense of it. They were experiences, pieces of his life.] But when I was there, I suppose... I didn't have memories of being here, either. It's almost -- we have an event that happened in my world, called the Conjunction of the Spheres. It's when several worlds impacted upon each other, joining together to become one. That's what this feels like. As if two separate lives has smashed together, forming one. Forming mine. Without these scars, I might have considered it nothing. But... I know what the touch of flame feels like, for hours of it. I cannot just believe it's a memory only granted to me.
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Rhy puts an arm around his shoulders and hugs him close, pressing his forehead to the side of Jaskier's head. ]
That sounds very confusing and frightening. I'm sorry you went through that.
I only hope sharing it with me has lightened the burden you carry, even if only slightly. Is there anything I can do?
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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?
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Maybe it's the shampoo. I started adding almond oil to it. I'm pleased you like it.
[ His lips press to Jaskier's temple. ]
I missed you. I hope your Geralt is treating you well.
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[Most likely it is magic interfering with magic, but he cannot say for sure. What he can say is that Thorne could use more almond trees if it makes their men smell this heavenly.]
I missed you, too. [He wishes he could claim that held true on the Continent, but Jaskier has long come to terms that these two lives are separate somehow. They he cannot even carry memories of Nadine with him -- which hurts more than anything.] He's never treated me well, but you can rest assured he's treating me the same as usual. [He picks his head up to kiss Rhy's lovely cheek back, arms around him. Simply marveling in the touch.] And what of your Kell?
[If Geralt is to be "his," after all.]