Welp. That sure is disappointing. Not the fact that isn't a date-- well, okay, that's a little disappointing as well, but it's not like Jaskier had big hopes in that area. No, what is disappointing is the fact that Geralt doesn't even want to accept the word friend. Jaskier doesn't know the man extremely well yet, but he's at least gathered he isn't the most social of blokes, that's for sure. He didn't expect him, however, to be this far in the antisocial scale. Especially considering their current situation... huh, he should use that.
"Oh, really? We're not using the word friends now?"
The times they've done trail riding so far, Jaskier had followed Geralt around. This is a wake-up all, though, so he doesn't return to his usual spot, he stays riding side by side, the dark tones of Geralt and Roach against the light colors of Pegasus and him. It's poetic, really, and he'll appreciate it better later when isn't being completed offended by this asshole. Knowing to trust his lovely white partner by now, Jaskier grabs the reins with only one hand in order to use the other one to gesture between them, indicating their relationship. Obviously.
"So you usually just chat with any client of yours through texts, send them pictures of what your horse did to your boots and save for them special activities you'd usually do with your precious daughter?" When Geralt glares at him as an answer, Jaskier snorts and goes back to looking at the natural beauty around them, keeping an incredibly smug look on his face. "Yeah, that's what I thought." But after a short pause, he softens into a kind smile. "But thank you. It sounds like fun."
And he means it. Date illusions aside, he does enjoy Geralt's company, even as a friend. If the man just happens to need a little pushing to get there, well, Jaskier will gladly be that pusher.
The weather is perfect for a picnic and a nice ride, and Jaskier can't wait to sit down, relax, drink some wine and take a couple of pictures. Maybe one with Geralt? If he promises not to post it to his social media, maybe he can get him to agree to the idea instead of having to snap one before the guy growls at him.
Something else is in his mind at this very moment, though. Something Geralt said. Jaskier glances at him a couple of times before finally deciding to just go for it, to hell with precautions.
"You don't mention her much - Ciri's mother, I mean. Are you divorced, Geralt?"
A nice way of asking or is she the consequences of a one night stand without protection.
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"Oh, really? We're not using the word friends now?"
The times they've done trail riding so far, Jaskier had followed Geralt around. This is a wake-up all, though, so he doesn't return to his usual spot, he stays riding side by side, the dark tones of Geralt and Roach against the light colors of Pegasus and him. It's poetic, really, and he'll appreciate it better later when isn't being completed offended by this asshole. Knowing to trust his lovely white partner by now, Jaskier grabs the reins with only one hand in order to use the other one to gesture between them, indicating their relationship. Obviously.
"So you usually just chat with any client of yours through texts, send them pictures of what your horse did to your boots and save for them special activities you'd usually do with your precious daughter?" When Geralt glares at him as an answer, Jaskier snorts and goes back to looking at the natural beauty around them, keeping an incredibly smug look on his face. "Yeah, that's what I thought." But after a short pause, he softens into a kind smile. "But thank you. It sounds like fun."
And he means it. Date illusions aside, he does enjoy Geralt's company, even as a friend. If the man just happens to need a little pushing to get there, well, Jaskier will gladly be that pusher.
The weather is perfect for a picnic and a nice ride, and Jaskier can't wait to sit down, relax, drink some wine and take a couple of pictures. Maybe one with Geralt? If he promises not to post it to his social media, maybe he can get him to agree to the idea instead of having to snap one before the guy growls at him.
Something else is in his mind at this very moment, though. Something Geralt said. Jaskier glances at him a couple of times before finally deciding to just go for it, to hell with precautions.
"You don't mention her much - Ciri's mother, I mean. Are you divorced, Geralt?"
A nice way of asking or is she the consequences of a one night stand without protection.