@iorvethofdunwall asked : ❝ that’s blood. you’re coughing up fucking blood.❞
jaskier wanted to make a witty retort , oh how he did . it was just in his nature for sassy remarks but right now the only thing that he can choke up is another glop of bright red blood . it left a string as it dangled and jaskier’s cornflower blue eyes could only stare in shock at the painted ground , and the palm of his hands . stained in his blood . he gurgled for a moment before he felt his head and eyes go a little fuzzy and he stumbled his back into a tree before he leaned over again to vomit out another batch of his blood .
“ h - help . “ jaskier with his bloodied hands reached out towards the stranger before looking up . his lips painted with his own blood - warm and metallic on his tongue . was he cursed again ? was he going to die for real this time ? jaskier let out a little painful moan as he stumbled towards them before falling to his knees .
“ i - i ask that you ta - take pity and help me ! “ the bawdy bard cried out before another ball of blood was spilling from his lips and onto the floor , his body arching like a cat with the force of it .
