[ Childe is familiar with the ocean. he grew up at its shores, fished in its waters, and then finally, delved into the depths of what was beyond it. drowning never scared him, but when he became Tartaglia, few things did.
the water hits him like a slap to the face, dragging him down and leaving him with nothing, not even the glimmering surface. he's far, far down, he realizes, a few bubbles coming out of his mouth so he evaluate which way is up, and which way is down. he's not sure what happened, but he can fathom a couple guesses (and one is the Abyss, but that's a thought reserved for later).
he thinks he's alone, until he sees the flailing and trying(?) to speak at him. well, he can't just let someone drown. he makes a motion for Jaskier to close his mouth, much like you'd make to a younger sibling, then points up, which is the way that the bubbles are heading. there's a tilt of his head to follow him, but he has to wonder if this guy can swim. he is, if anything, surprisingly calm. ]
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the water hits him like a slap to the face, dragging him down and leaving him with nothing, not even the glimmering surface. he's far, far down, he realizes, a few bubbles coming out of his mouth so he evaluate which way is up, and which way is down. he's not sure what happened, but he can fathom a couple guesses (and one is the Abyss, but that's a thought reserved for later).
he thinks he's alone, until he sees the flailing and trying(?) to speak at him. well, he can't just let someone drown. he makes a motion for Jaskier to close his mouth, much like you'd make to a younger sibling, then points up, which is the way that the bubbles are heading. there's a tilt of his head to follow him, but he has to wonder if this guy can swim. he is, if anything, surprisingly calm. ]