While this little turn of events ends up in heartbreak for him (what a surprise), Jaskier must admit something does improve in this relationship, and that's the conversation. It's not always easy to chat with Geralt when they're on different horses and the man can easily ignore him by making Roach go a little farther or faster. It's not like he's making that much conversation now either, but the fact he's participating at all (even if it's with one-word answers) is a huge deal. It's... well, nice. A nice platonic chat. It reminds Jaskier of why he puts up with his grumpy ass in the first place.
He tries to flirt a little less. He has to wonder if his mannerisms even make it possible.
The day is over a little too soon, although it's probably for the best. Jaskier takes a picture of the beautiful sunset and sings all the way back to the ranch, a calm and thoughtful song about the twists of destiny leaving his lips to match what he's been in his mind since that awfully awkward moment of realization.
After saying his good-byes to Pegasus, Jaskier takes out his phone to order a ride... and freezes when Geralt makes his comment, blue eyes widening.
"...what." That has come out a bit more like a squeal than he intends it to. "Bloody hell, Geralt! This isn't our first trail ride!" He's already putting the phone away and taking off his flannel shirt. "Why is it TODAY that you choose to warn fucking warn me about this?"
He's a little too busy freaking out at the idea of nasty bugs hanging on his body and untying his boots to realize that Geralt has invited him inside and also this was something done back at the Pankratz estate... but by the servants.
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While this little turn of events ends up in heartbreak for him (what a surprise), Jaskier must admit something does improve in this relationship, and that's the conversation. It's not always easy to chat with Geralt when they're on different horses and the man can easily ignore him by making Roach go a little farther or faster. It's not like he's making that much conversation now either, but the fact he's participating at all (even if it's with one-word answers) is a huge deal. It's... well, nice. A nice platonic chat. It reminds Jaskier of why he puts up with his grumpy ass in the first place.
He tries to flirt a little less. He has to wonder if his mannerisms even make it possible.
The day is over a little too soon, although it's probably for the best. Jaskier takes a picture of the beautiful sunset and sings all the way back to the ranch, a calm and thoughtful song about the twists of destiny leaving his lips to match what he's been in his mind since that awfully awkward moment of realization.
After saying his good-byes to Pegasus, Jaskier takes out his phone to order a ride... and freezes when Geralt makes his comment, blue eyes widening.
"...what." That has come out a bit more like a squeal than he intends it to. "Bloody hell, Geralt! This isn't our first trail ride!" He's already putting the phone away and taking off his flannel shirt. "Why is it TODAY that you choose to warn fucking warn me about this?"
He's a little too busy freaking out at the idea of nasty bugs hanging on his body and untying his boots to realize that Geralt has invited him inside and also this was something done back at the Pankratz estate... but by the servants.