[ Tech pulls his gaze from the path and glances over at Jaskier as he speaks. Hadn't this been one of the things Tech missed? Jaskier getting to speak of his past and the way he's grown from it (and the ways he's stayed the same). These deep, introspective conversations that Jaskier didn't necessarily keep from Tech so much as Tech simply didn't ask as often as he should have. But he enjoyed them when he got them -- on nights when Jaskier would reminisce about his family or tell him some similar story that happened in his own life compared to one of the movies they watched. This was Jaskier with half, hopefully less than half, of his life lived. This was Jaskier with an eternal youth but also a deep maturity.
So if this was one of the things Tech deeply wanted -- if this was the Jaskier who was 'on his level,' why does this nostalgia inspire a deep ache in his chest? He supposes it's because it reminds him of the things he doesn't like to think about. Just how short his time will always be with Jaskier. How truly mortal he is. Maybe not in hell where they can die and revive. Maybe not even in Folkmore where the same mechanics apply so long as Thirteen willed it. But even if he started over with Jaskier at eighteen years old, Tech realizes it will never be enough time for him. Blink and forty years have passed. It will have only ever been brief and fleeting. Brilliant like a star streaking across the sky, but gone in an instant.
His eyes return to the path and the hand not holding Jaskier's twists the ring on his finger, thumbing the band. ]
Anyone who thinks they have you fully figured out is a fool.
[ Even Tech had become complacent in his knowledge of Jaskier -- of the composite sketch he'd created in his mind. An image that got torn to shreds when he met his younger self. Oh, there are many bits of Jaskier that are what you see is what you get, but there's a depth beyond it. Maybe even a depth beyond Jaskier's own understanding. Because as he walks forward in his place with Geralt and Yennefer, it always seems he's had to be what other people needed -- and not what he, himself, needed. Would Jaskier even be able to define who Jaskier was without putting those he loved before himself?
Tech shakes his head quietly and then takes a detour from the direction of the house, pulling Jaskier off the familiar path -- through the haunting trees and foliage Mammon had planted. He doesn't bother to explain himself, merely continuing the conversation they were having. ]
Every day I spend with you is getting a piece of a puzzle. Sometimes it slots immediately into place, but sometimes it takes me an obscenely long amount of time to finally figure it out. Which most of the time is me being a complete fucking moron. But sometimes it's because I needed a different context.
[ Time with Jaskier's younger self, perhaps.
At the end of this new path, they find themselves deep in the gardens. Things in hell reflect its state of disarray. What had once been green and vibrant was now mostly brown and decayed. Flowers are withered, unsightly weeds grow with wicked thorns protruding from their stems, and there's a general musty stench in the air. But although the bench has acquired rust, the spot where Jaskier and Tech had their very first intimate encounter remains in tact. And behind that bench, Tech beckons Jaskier to have a look -- sweeping aside dried brush with a hand to reveal a single, beautiful buttercup. ]
Even in the most impossible soil and terrain, a Jaskier can blossom.
[When Tech has them deviate, Jaskier stays with him and doesn't try to impede their progress towards the gardens of the park despite the glance back toward the path home. He rolls his eyes a little as Tech claims to be a complete fucking moron, but doesn't argue against the assertion because he knows ultimately what Tech means: he's brilliant, but he's often a fool who misses the obvious details that would bring it all together for himself. As Tech moves ahead to clear the dried brush aside, Jaskier uses the moment to continue assessing just how much of the park had dried and shriveled. Not that some of the plants didn't have a bit of a grotesque nature about them, but the greenery had been a nice change of pace compared to most parts of Hell. It was a shame to see the park in such shambles and nothing more than another reflection of death and decay.]
[Jaskier's attention is drawn from their surroundings when Tech calls for it on the small bloom at their feet.]
My, I must have really left an impression on you after all. I've got you speaking in metaphors now. [It's a light tease, and one that could easily be taken for a deflection of Tech's sentiment. It wouldn't be all that uncharacteristic for him to do as much. Those more abstract compliments are rarely ever ones that Jaskier allows to settle and stand without protest because they never feel as though they suit him. He's the storyteller, after all. Not the hero. But he doesn't brush it aside so easily now. Jaskier gently pulls Tech closer to him again to rest his forehead against his.] It's nice hearing you talk like this again, my darling...
[It feels as though it had been so long since Tech had even a hint of hope in his voice again. After Ava left... Well, it had been understandable so much of his faith in any semblance of a future being built because of their ability to defy the odds had been shaken, but it had hurt. It had hurt so much to feel Tech fading and drifting from him, and feeling so helpless to stop any of it. But now? Now, Tech is here and he's as vibrant as the buttercup pushing back against the decay of the land. He's not giving into wallowing in grief or allowing his hope to abandon him in this place.]
I was... I was scared you had given up. On this dream of ours. [There's a small pause before he ventures and pushes himself a little further to say,] On me.
[ Tech returns the embrace, bringing arms around Jaskier and closing his eyes, forehead to forehead. Had he ever given up on their dream? He might have in a way. Skepticism took root after Ava's departure. It reminded him of the narrative there were no happy endings -- not in his life and especially not in hell. But Jaskier's hope lit a candle in Tech and although the flame would almost go out, it would never entirely extinguish. Not when it came to Jaskier.
Tech doesn't answer immediately with words. His lips capture Jaskier's and he tastes him in a brief but meaningful kiss. And then, Tech adamantly shakes his head. ]
Never.
[ For as much as pessimism could rule his life and would still creep in, Jaskier had become Tech's purpose. Finding him again and again, loving him over and over, returning his lute to him, and spending as much time as time would allow with the human before him. That was what Tech wanted to live for -- to live beyond the years that would be allotted to him in his world, the time when he would die and be what the world needed from him next. Tech wanted to go out with his greatest achievement being this love he and Jaskier shared. ]
Even when I went, I wasn't gone.
[ His hand finds its way to Jaskier's heart, resting there tenderly. His words could take on multiple meanings. When he retreated into himself and let an older era in the forefront or when he followed the fox and left Jaskier behind. No matter which one it was, his heart remained with this Jaskier.
And that would become Tech's one issue to overcome. The Orpheus and Eurydice problem of looking back and missing what was right in front of him all along. It happened with Jaskier's younger self and it would happen again when Jaskier was sent home by Thirteen to age ten years. And then, he would be gone...and Tech will have felt he doomed himself to the hell of living alone because he just kept looking to what he had and not seeing what he has.
But at least now, right here...he's with this Jaskier. ]
I will always come home.
[ He presses his hand a little harder against Jaskier's chest and he tips his head up to kiss him again. This one longer, lingering, and highly likely to segue into lovemaking unless Jaskier had reason to interrupt. ]
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So if this was one of the things Tech deeply wanted -- if this was the Jaskier who was 'on his level,' why does this nostalgia inspire a deep ache in his chest? He supposes it's because it reminds him of the things he doesn't like to think about. Just how short his time will always be with Jaskier. How truly mortal he is. Maybe not in hell where they can die and revive. Maybe not even in Folkmore where the same mechanics apply so long as Thirteen willed it. But even if he started over with Jaskier at eighteen years old, Tech realizes it will never be enough time for him. Blink and forty years have passed. It will have only ever been brief and fleeting. Brilliant like a star streaking across the sky, but gone in an instant.
His eyes return to the path and the hand not holding Jaskier's twists the ring on his finger, thumbing the band. ]
Anyone who thinks they have you fully figured out is a fool.
[ Even Tech had become complacent in his knowledge of Jaskier -- of the composite sketch he'd created in his mind. An image that got torn to shreds when he met his younger self. Oh, there are many bits of Jaskier that are what you see is what you get, but there's a depth beyond it. Maybe even a depth beyond Jaskier's own understanding. Because as he walks forward in his place with Geralt and Yennefer, it always seems he's had to be what other people needed -- and not what he, himself, needed. Would Jaskier even be able to define who Jaskier was without putting those he loved before himself?
Tech shakes his head quietly and then takes a detour from the direction of the house, pulling Jaskier off the familiar path -- through the haunting trees and foliage Mammon had planted. He doesn't bother to explain himself, merely continuing the conversation they were having. ]
Every day I spend with you is getting a piece of a puzzle. Sometimes it slots immediately into place, but sometimes it takes me an obscenely long amount of time to finally figure it out. Which most of the time is me being a complete fucking moron. But sometimes it's because I needed a different context.
[ Time with Jaskier's younger self, perhaps.
At the end of this new path, they find themselves deep in the gardens. Things in hell reflect its state of disarray. What had once been green and vibrant was now mostly brown and decayed. Flowers are withered, unsightly weeds grow with wicked thorns protruding from their stems, and there's a general musty stench in the air. But although the bench has acquired rust, the spot where Jaskier and Tech had their very first intimate encounter remains in tact. And behind that bench, Tech beckons Jaskier to have a look -- sweeping aside dried brush with a hand to reveal a single, beautiful buttercup. ]
Even in the most impossible soil and terrain, a Jaskier can blossom.
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[Jaskier's attention is drawn from their surroundings when Tech calls for it on the small bloom at their feet.]
My, I must have really left an impression on you after all. I've got you speaking in metaphors now. [It's a light tease, and one that could easily be taken for a deflection of Tech's sentiment. It wouldn't be all that uncharacteristic for him to do as much. Those more abstract compliments are rarely ever ones that Jaskier allows to settle and stand without protest because they never feel as though they suit him. He's the storyteller, after all. Not the hero. But he doesn't brush it aside so easily now. Jaskier gently pulls Tech closer to him again to rest his forehead against his.] It's nice hearing you talk like this again, my darling...
[It feels as though it had been so long since Tech had even a hint of hope in his voice again. After Ava left... Well, it had been understandable so much of his faith in any semblance of a future being built because of their ability to defy the odds had been shaken, but it had hurt. It had hurt so much to feel Tech fading and drifting from him, and feeling so helpless to stop any of it. But now? Now, Tech is here and he's as vibrant as the buttercup pushing back against the decay of the land. He's not giving into wallowing in grief or allowing his hope to abandon him in this place.]
I was... I was scared you had given up. On this dream of ours. [There's a small pause before he ventures and pushes himself a little further to say,] On me.
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Tech doesn't answer immediately with words. His lips capture Jaskier's and he tastes him in a brief but meaningful kiss. And then, Tech adamantly shakes his head. ]
Never.
[ For as much as pessimism could rule his life and would still creep in, Jaskier had become Tech's purpose. Finding him again and again, loving him over and over, returning his lute to him, and spending as much time as time would allow with the human before him. That was what Tech wanted to live for -- to live beyond the years that would be allotted to him in his world, the time when he would die and be what the world needed from him next. Tech wanted to go out with his greatest achievement being this love he and Jaskier shared. ]
Even when I went, I wasn't gone.
[ His hand finds its way to Jaskier's heart, resting there tenderly. His words could take on multiple meanings. When he retreated into himself and let an older era in the forefront or when he followed the fox and left Jaskier behind. No matter which one it was, his heart remained with this Jaskier.
And that would become Tech's one issue to overcome. The Orpheus and Eurydice problem of looking back and missing what was right in front of him all along. It happened with Jaskier's younger self and it would happen again when Jaskier was sent home by Thirteen to age ten years. And then, he would be gone...and Tech will have felt he doomed himself to the hell of living alone because he just kept looking to what he had and not seeing what he has.
But at least now, right here...he's with this Jaskier. ]
I will always come home.
[ He presses his hand a little harder against Jaskier's chest and he tips his head up to kiss him again. This one longer, lingering, and highly likely to segue into lovemaking unless Jaskier had reason to interrupt. ]