[They are the first words out of Jaskier's mouth when she opens the door and he smiles at Yennefer as though he's expecting her to find humor and laugh. Except not quite. No, Jaskier's smile to her isn't as kind or warm as that. There's something unusually sharp and bitter relative for Jaskier in it.]
[It could be the alcohol. The scent of it lays heavily over top of Jaskier's choice in florals for the day and it sloshes about in the bottle in Jaskier's hand as he takes another swig from it.]
[It could be the heartbreak though.]
[Jaskier would like to give credit to the anger he's been stewing in for the past couple of days. In that time, he's been with Tech, primarily, of course. It wasn't enough time to begin with, so like hell he was going to sacrifice any more than he needed to before Tech left. But even that aside, he's been notably absent again when it comes to Yennefer. In the time since Tech told him what was happening and today, the day Tech left, Jaskier hasn't brought a single thing to her. There hasn't been a passing word or any sort of check-in about how she's doing in the wake of her alteration either. And unlike before, after the hospital, this avoidance wasn't the by-product of needing a little time to recuperate. No, this had been Jaskier's choice to avoid her. To let her be nothing to him for a while and focus his energies elsewhere.]
[But it couldn't last like that forever. Their paths would cross eventually. Jaskier could only displace his focus elsewhere for so long. The anger could only sit for so long before it boiled over or exploded, whichever came first. And he sure as hell was not about to let it spill out over onto Tech. Not when they had so little time left together. The alcohol, in the end, just expedited it as alcohol so often tends to do, resulting in Jaskier choosing to stop and knock on her door rather than continue on to his room without so much as a passing glance at her suite door.]
[Jaskier lowers the bottle back down to his side and after he swallows, he continues,] Or were you too busy gallivanting about with your newfound freedom to have even noticed? [He pauses then, tilting his head some.] I do hope you're enjoying it, Yennefer. It certainly suits you.
cw: excessive alcohol use
[They are the first words out of Jaskier's mouth when she opens the door and he smiles at Yennefer as though he's expecting her to find humor and laugh. Except not quite. No, Jaskier's smile to her isn't as kind or warm as that. There's something unusually sharp and bitter relative for Jaskier in it.]
[It could be the alcohol. The scent of it lays heavily over top of Jaskier's choice in florals for the day and it sloshes about in the bottle in Jaskier's hand as he takes another swig from it.]
[It could be the heartbreak though.]
[Jaskier would like to give credit to the anger he's been stewing in for the past couple of days. In that time, he's been with Tech, primarily, of course. It wasn't enough time to begin with, so like hell he was going to sacrifice any more than he needed to before Tech left. But even that aside, he's been notably absent again when it comes to Yennefer. In the time since Tech told him what was happening and today, the day Tech left, Jaskier hasn't brought a single thing to her. There hasn't been a passing word or any sort of check-in about how she's doing in the wake of her alteration either. And unlike before, after the hospital, this avoidance wasn't the by-product of needing a little time to recuperate. No, this had been Jaskier's choice to avoid her. To let her be nothing to him for a while and focus his energies elsewhere.]
[But it couldn't last like that forever. Their paths would cross eventually. Jaskier could only displace his focus elsewhere for so long. The anger could only sit for so long before it boiled over or exploded, whichever came first. And he sure as hell was not about to let it spill out over onto Tech. Not when they had so little time left together. The alcohol, in the end, just expedited it as alcohol so often tends to do, resulting in Jaskier choosing to stop and knock on her door rather than continue on to his room without so much as a passing glance at her suite door.]
[Jaskier lowers the bottle back down to his side and after he swallows, he continues,] Or were you too busy gallivanting about with your newfound freedom to have even noticed? [He pauses then, tilting his head some.] I do hope you're enjoying it, Yennefer. It certainly suits you.