[ It sounds plaintive, if anything. He understands. He buried himself at an early age, to become what he is, and there's a grief that never quite goes away.
Jaskier has always been open with how he feels; now it hums through the magic that binds them, as well, a strangling thread. Not so fresh and painful as it'd been when he'd been held captive, but still an ache. It makes Geralt reach out, resting his fingers gently on Jaskier's knee.
When he moves forward, he isn't looking back. ] The past sometimes nips closer at my heel than I'd like.
[ That's as close as he's ever come to admitting how much it all continues to bother him. Everything. Not only what happened as a boy, but...others. The years pile on; so do his regrets. A bitterness he's often tried to smother but which hasn't ever left him. The feeling that he should be able to do more but can't. That those he's tried to protect or save haven't ever emerged unscathed. ]
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Jaskier has always been open with how he feels; now it hums through the magic that binds them, as well, a strangling thread. Not so fresh and painful as it'd been when he'd been held captive, but still an ache. It makes Geralt reach out, resting his fingers gently on Jaskier's knee.
When he moves forward, he isn't looking back. ] The past sometimes nips closer at my heel than I'd like.
[ That's as close as he's ever come to admitting how much it all continues to bother him. Everything. Not only what happened as a boy, but...others. The years pile on; so do his regrets. A bitterness he's often tried to smother but which hasn't ever left him. The feeling that he should be able to do more but can't. That those he's tried to protect or save haven't ever emerged unscathed. ]