[ For a couple hours, he manages to take the edge off. He sharpens his sword and distinctly does not acknowledge Yennefer lurking outside the door every so often. It's simpler to ignore it than to face how worried she is about him. He can feel it and he hates that she is.
He's fine. The last thing he wants is someone worrying over him. Nothing good has ever come of it. Jaskier had been worried about him, too, and now he's locked away somewhere.
Thought of sleep does cross his mind. He can try, at least. Running on fumes won't help free Jaskier. He's putting a cork in the bottle of gin to do just that when the fear pierces his chest. It's sharp, startling; the bottle slips from his hand, shattering.
He's already on his feet to look for Yennefer, to see if she's felt the same—except she's there, and it takes a split second for him to realize she's sealed the doorway, too, magic humming. Did she—? ]
Yennefer. [ There's more than a warning in his voice. It's not even that his first thought had been to run out the door, but the immediate sense of being trapped while Jaskier's panic curls around his heart triggers something primal inside him.
With one half of his bond suffering, the wolf inches closer to the surface. His eyes glow, claws growing thicker. They scrape against the barrier as he slams his hand against it. ] I will break this down.
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He's fine. The last thing he wants is someone worrying over him. Nothing good has ever come of it. Jaskier had been worried about him, too, and now he's locked away somewhere.
Thought of sleep does cross his mind. He can try, at least. Running on fumes won't help free Jaskier. He's putting a cork in the bottle of gin to do just that when the fear pierces his chest. It's sharp, startling; the bottle slips from his hand, shattering.
He's already on his feet to look for Yennefer, to see if she's felt the same—except she's there, and it takes a split second for him to realize she's sealed the doorway, too, magic humming. Did she—? ]
Yennefer. [ There's more than a warning in his voice. It's not even that his first thought had been to run out the door, but the immediate sense of being trapped while Jaskier's panic curls around his heart triggers something primal inside him.
With one half of his bond suffering, the wolf inches closer to the surface. His eyes glow, claws growing thicker. They scrape against the barrier as he slams his hand against it. ] I will break this down.