[Jaskier's head jerks to the side from the force of her slap and he has to catch himself a little to stay upright. The alcohol already has his sense of balance off as it is, and the sudden motion of his head does not make matters any better for him. But he catches and steadies himself. Within seconds, the outline of her hand is easily visible on his cheek and Jaskier has to work his jaw a moment, trying to shrug off the soreness.]
He may have been willing to help his friend and I'm sure that played a part in it, but that's not why he made the deal with Mammon. If it was about his friend or the other bride, he would have allowed that favor to hang over your head until Mammon came to collect. But he's a good man. A really fucking good one. [Jaskier brings his gaze back to Yennefer.] He traded himself for your freedom. He broke his promise to me for you. So, you don't get to do that, Yennefer. You don't— Fuck.
[His voice hitches and Jaskier looks away from her again, blinking against the burning sensation just behind his eyes because it's the first time he's said it out loud. Oh, he thought it. He thought and felt it, and the look in Tech's eyes told him Tech knew he was breaking his promise to Jaskier about being there. About Jaskier not having to piece himself back together after the mares, after that fucking mage, by himself. But he's going to have to because no one else knows and he's not about to put that shit on anyone else. Not when he didn't even want Tech to know in the first place, let alone be witness to it. And acknowledging it out loud with words makes it sink in, heavy and sharp, and for a moment, it almost feels like he can't breathe. He draws a harsh breath in and out through his nose, as he traces a few brief circles along his fingertips with his thumb before shaking his hand out lightly. He's silent a moment longer before he turns to her, opens his mouth to say something and then decides against it. Jaskier's mouth closes as he shakes his head, backing away from her towards his room.]
(yennefer clenches her jaw at his words, but this time she doesn't argue, because on some level -- isn't he right? tech could have let her have that favor looming over her head but he had insisted it was better this way, all debts wiped clean. except she still feels like she owes someone -- but better to owe tech than mammon.
she watches him carefully. she notices the way he can barely keep himself together and if circumstances were different she might comment on it, but he doesn't want her words right now, let alone her comfort, and if she's being honest? she's not sure she's feeling big enough to offer them. so instead she watches as he makes his way back towards him room. she makes sure he gets in safely before closing the door behind her. the hollowness in her chest isn't new, but it feels stronger than usual.
just when did she get attached to the magpie anyways? it doesn't matter. it's done. at least for now. maybe she'll send a message to geralt, tell him to check up on the bard but right now she's not feeling so charitable. so instead she heads back to her room to ruminate. that always ends well.)
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He may have been willing to help his friend and I'm sure that played a part in it, but that's not why he made the deal with Mammon. If it was about his friend or the other bride, he would have allowed that favor to hang over your head until Mammon came to collect. But he's a good man. A really fucking good one. [Jaskier brings his gaze back to Yennefer.] He traded himself for your freedom. He broke his promise to me for you. So, you don't get to do that, Yennefer. You don't— Fuck.
[His voice hitches and Jaskier looks away from her again, blinking against the burning sensation just behind his eyes because it's the first time he's said it out loud. Oh, he thought it. He thought and felt it, and the look in Tech's eyes told him Tech knew he was breaking his promise to Jaskier about being there. About Jaskier not having to piece himself back together after the mares, after that fucking mage, by himself. But he's going to have to because no one else knows and he's not about to put that shit on anyone else. Not when he didn't even want Tech to know in the first place, let alone be witness to it. And acknowledging it out loud with words makes it sink in, heavy and sharp, and for a moment, it almost feels like he can't breathe. He draws a harsh breath in and out through his nose, as he traces a few brief circles along his fingertips with his thumb before shaking his hand out lightly. He's silent a moment longer before he turns to her, opens his mouth to say something and then decides against it. Jaskier's mouth closes as he shakes his head, backing away from her towards his room.]
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(yennefer clenches her jaw at his words, but this time she doesn't argue, because on some level -- isn't he right? tech could have let her have that favor looming over her head but he had insisted it was better this way, all debts wiped clean. except she still feels like she owes someone -- but better to owe tech than mammon.
she watches him carefully. she notices the way he can barely keep himself together and if circumstances were different she might comment on it, but he doesn't want her words right now, let alone her comfort, and if she's being honest? she's not sure she's feeling big enough to offer them. so instead she watches as he makes his way back towards him room. she makes sure he gets in safely before closing the door behind her. the hollowness in her chest isn't new, but it feels stronger than usual.
just when did she get attached to the magpie anyways? it doesn't matter. it's done. at least for now. maybe she'll send a message to geralt, tell him to check up on the bard but right now she's not feeling so charitable. so instead she heads back to her room to ruminate. that always ends well.)