"It's lovely to meet you. And thank you." Eskel, just like Geralt, is probably strong enough to break his bones, but his handshake is nothing but gentle. So are his eyes! Jaskier is quickly picking up on the dynamics here. Geralt is the more awkward and shy one, Eskel is the friendly one with actual manners, and then there's...
This little shit.
Jaskier rolls his eyes, used to this kind of comments. He gets them all the time on youtube: people that reach his channel through his covers and are then surprised by the genre of his own music, not truly understanding it or defaulting to high fantasy fiction jokes.
"An American movie directed and acted by an American is the best you could do?" he asks with a stronger accent, pushing it into that posh British tone Americans think all English people sound like if their movies are anything to go by. There's something else about Lambert though... Jaskier squints at him, thinking he looks familiar. But where could've he seen him before? It's not like Geralt had pictures in his house.
Speaking of Geralt, it's his comment that snaps Jaskier out of his thoughts. Good - Geralt thinking his show was good. Indeed, Jaskier knows better than expect anything lengthy from him. In Geralt's speech, this is high fucking praise, especially after the attitude he gave him the day they met.
"...thanks, Geralt," he replies with another too-bright smile, his words earnest and coming from his heart. He would've gotten stuck staring again if Lambert hadn't invited him to seat and really, how can he say no to such an offer?
Eskel scoots back, making more room for him and further proving he's the one with the manners of the trio, and Jaskier decides not to cross his legs when he sits next to him, letting their knees brush. He's a handsome man regardless of the scars, with kind eyes and a pretty smile, and in another context Jaskier would've already hit on him. Is it weird? It isn't, is it? Geralt has already established he doesn't think about Jaskier in any kind of sexual or romantic matter, so he can't blame him for trying to fish in a different river. Jaskier just needs to tone it down not to make it too awkward with all the brothers around - he may think "your friend's sibling" isn't off-limits, but he isn't dumb enough to think openly dropping a pick-up line in front of said friend would be socially accepted.
"I never thought I'd get to meet you! Geralt is always so private about everything, just saying he has siblings took him weeks to confess. It's easy to tell who you are, though, as soon as I found you I could see--" His hand is waved around to indicate the three of them and their air in between them. "--this raw family dynamic that screams of relatives." It makes him a bit jealous, to be honest. Were he and Frederick ever like this? Or had the early days of their childhood been mere child's play, two little ones loving the games but not the actual person?
Ugh, he shouldn't be thinking about this on his big night.
"Let's see~" He watches them for a moment as he sips what is left of his drink, then suddenly points to Lambert with a painted finger. "You exude annoying little brother energy, so I'm going to assume you're the youngest. OH!" he suddenly exclaims with a chuckle. "I bet you're the one who drew that little cock on the margin of the page! And if Geralt is the middle child, that leaves us wiiiith~"
He turns to Eskel then, casually dropping his hand on the man's bicep. Fuck, another hottie made of steel muscles, how is this fair. "You! You are the oldest, right? So any complaints I may have I shall direct them to you?" Jaskier winks to show he's teasing, glancing at Geralt to see his reaction. Not at the winking itself (obviously he won't care about that, tsk) but about the complaints joke. He lets a thoughtful hum as blue eyes go back and forth between the oldest brothers. "If I didn't know better I would've said you're the same age. Ah, Geralt, didn't you say something about a few months..."
The sentence is left hanging as the math finally clicks in Jaskier's brain and his eyes widen at the revelation unfolding in front of him.
"...don't tell me you are half-brothers?" Because obviously a cheating situation is the first one that comes to his mind. Suddenly, a gasp. "Or maybe adopted!" That-- that sounded a bit too cheerful. He can't help it, he's excited about learning more about Geralt's family and feeling smart for putting the pieces together. When he realizes what he said, though, he at least has the decency to look down in shame as he covers his mouth with his hand. "...sorry. That was rude of me."
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This little shit.
Jaskier rolls his eyes, used to this kind of comments. He gets them all the time on youtube: people that reach his channel through his covers and are then surprised by the genre of his own music, not truly understanding it or defaulting to high fantasy fiction jokes.
"An American movie directed and acted by an American is the best you could do?" he asks with a stronger accent, pushing it into that posh British tone Americans think all English people sound like if their movies are anything to go by. There's something else about Lambert though... Jaskier squints at him, thinking he looks familiar. But where could've he seen him before? It's not like Geralt had pictures in his house.
Speaking of Geralt, it's his comment that snaps Jaskier out of his thoughts. Good - Geralt thinking his show was good. Indeed, Jaskier knows better than expect anything lengthy from him. In Geralt's speech, this is high fucking praise, especially after the attitude he gave him the day they met.
"...thanks, Geralt," he replies with another too-bright smile, his words earnest and coming from his heart. He would've gotten stuck staring again if Lambert hadn't invited him to seat and really, how can he say no to such an offer?
Eskel scoots back, making more room for him and further proving he's the one with the manners of the trio, and Jaskier decides not to cross his legs when he sits next to him, letting their knees brush. He's a handsome man regardless of the scars, with kind eyes and a pretty smile, and in another context Jaskier would've already hit on him. Is it weird? It isn't, is it? Geralt has already established he doesn't think about Jaskier in any kind of sexual or romantic matter, so he can't blame him for trying to fish in a different river. Jaskier just needs to tone it down not to make it too awkward with all the brothers around - he may think "your friend's sibling" isn't off-limits, but he isn't dumb enough to think openly dropping a pick-up line in front of said friend would be socially accepted.
"I never thought I'd get to meet you! Geralt is always so private about everything, just saying he has siblings took him weeks to confess. It's easy to tell who you are, though, as soon as I found you I could see--" His hand is waved around to indicate the three of them and their air in between them. "--this raw family dynamic that screams of relatives." It makes him a bit jealous, to be honest. Were he and Frederick ever like this? Or had the early days of their childhood been mere child's play, two little ones loving the games but not the actual person?
Ugh, he shouldn't be thinking about this on his big night.
"Let's see~" He watches them for a moment as he sips what is left of his drink, then suddenly points to Lambert with a painted finger. "You exude annoying little brother energy, so I'm going to assume you're the youngest. OH!" he suddenly exclaims with a chuckle. "I bet you're the one who drew that little cock on the margin of the page! And if Geralt is the middle child, that leaves us wiiiith~"
He turns to Eskel then, casually dropping his hand on the man's bicep. Fuck, another hottie made of steel muscles, how is this fair. "You! You are the oldest, right? So any complaints I may have I shall direct them to you?" Jaskier winks to show he's teasing, glancing at Geralt to see his reaction. Not at the winking itself (obviously he won't care about that, tsk) but about the complaints joke. He lets a thoughtful hum as blue eyes go back and forth between the oldest brothers. "If I didn't know better I would've said you're the same age. Ah, Geralt, didn't you say something about a few months..."
The sentence is left hanging as the math finally clicks in Jaskier's brain and his eyes widen at the revelation unfolding in front of him.
"...don't tell me you are half-brothers?" Because obviously a cheating situation is the first one that comes to his mind. Suddenly, a gasp. "Or maybe adopted!" That-- that sounded a bit too cheerful. He can't help it, he's excited about learning more about Geralt's family and feeling smart for putting the pieces together. When he realizes what he said, though, he at least has the decency to look down in shame as he covers his mouth with his hand. "...sorry. That was rude of me."