[Somehow, he still expects her to say "no." Jaskier rubs his forehead, muttering.] Fuck me. [He looks back at her, his blue eyes wide.] You're so -- you're so bloody big!
[Even to him, it only feels as if a few years ago he had been at the crest of his fame, playing for a banquet that was sure to go down in history books (and absolutely promised to, with the beautiful ballad Jaskier had written about it.
He's still holding his head when her suggestion comes up. He. Fuck. Yes, he could use a drink. Even though he hasn't drank in -- well, in weeks. Not at a proper tavern. And certainly not with company he didn't know. Yet he... well. It was a dream. Right?]
Yes. Of course, sure. There's -- boy, ooh, there's a lot to take in here. So you -- Geralt made it sound like he'd never found you. [Right. They were going. Somewhere. He walks, if only to have the movement ground him in this sphere further.] But he did? Eventually? The idiot. He's so pessimistic.
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[Even to him, it only feels as if a few years ago he had been at the crest of his fame, playing for a banquet that was sure to go down in history books (and absolutely promised to, with the beautiful ballad Jaskier had written about it.
He's still holding his head when her suggestion comes up. He. Fuck. Yes, he could use a drink. Even though he hasn't drank in -- well, in weeks. Not at a proper tavern. And certainly not with company he didn't know. Yet he... well. It was a dream. Right?]
Yes. Of course, sure. There's -- boy, ooh, there's a lot to take in here. So you -- Geralt made it sound like he'd never found you. [Right. They were going. Somewhere. He walks, if only to have the movement ground him in this sphere further.] But he did? Eventually? The idiot. He's so pessimistic.