[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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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.]