Since Geralt declines the offer of clothes, Jaskier only picks clean underwear and his super cute pajamas before entering the bathroom. Long showers are usually a thing when he's getting ready to go somewhere, not quick wash-ups before bed. But tonight he needs to scrub all the paint off and, most importantly, he needs a moment to be dramatic under the water. Who doesn't like letting his head hang while the water hits the back of it, making all tension leave your weary body?
He seriously needs to stop thinking about this - the show had been a success, the audience had been an actual decent crowd, he met Geralt's brothers and now he is at his place, waiting to share some coffee and hopefully a fun talk. All in all, it should be considered the perfect night. The picture in his phone is a timebomb waiting to happen, but he should leave that for morning Jaskier when he does all the posting of pictures and videos of the show. Because he is going to post it, he realizes, the hesitation is just nervousness, it's years of being raised as having to keep his reputation in mind. Most of the time he knows how to keep those teachings buried under family resentment, but during times like this, when the care he's put into his career and the way he interacts with the industry are on the line, they come out and make him doubt himself. He's not dumb, he knows he's a dreamer in a world that usually isn't as kind. You gotta play your cards right.
Respect doesn't make history.
Maybe he can send a message to Yen, be sure he's legally covered in case of anything. Yeah, that sounds good, he's sure she'll be on board on destroying another old white boomer's public view. His fans will support him, and as far as other potential record companies go, would he want to work with someone that would look down on him for posting such a thing? No. So if they discard him as a potential contract for this, well, to hell with them. Nothing of value would be lost.
It's easy to see why Geralt comes to the conclusion Jaskier is feeling better now. Finally feeling at peace with himself, he lets all his emotions out in what is a daily habit of his now: singing in the shower. Sia's Bird Set Free echoes in the bathroom (I sing for love, I sing for me, I shout it out like a bird set free) even as Jaskier dries his body and hair out followed by taking his worn clothes to the basket in the bedroom - another thing to take care of in the morning.
The sound of bare feet on wood announces his return to the living area, a pleased smile on his face at the fact Geralt is checking on him and, not gonna lie, the nice sight of his arms without a jacket and that lovely bottom casually leaning against his breakfast counter. This man should be illegal, he swears.
"I do, thanks. Feeling comfortable?" he asks in return with a teasing tone as he approaches the coffee table. After leaving his phone connected to his laptop for charging, he picks up the electric kettle and as many mugs as his hands can handle. "I think those stools are strong enough to handle being sat on by your mighty physique, my friend." He winks at him as he passes by, entering the kitchen. "How do you take your coffee?"
After leaving the mugs in the sink, he gets both the coffee maker and the electric kettle going, because he'll make tea for himself - if he drinks coffee now, sleep would be one hell of a difficult task. As he moves around the kitchen getting it all ready, he tells Geralt all about the shenanigans he got into to make the jam and the kolaczkis, a treat he enjoyed a lot as a kid (although he does not explain why).
"I know visually they don't look very good, but I promise they actually taste--"
Jaskier interrupts himself when he opens the fridge and takes the tray out, noticing the missing brownies. His eyebrows quickly go up and blue eyes glance at Geralt to check on him - still chill. He has no idea, does he? Amazing. He has to bite his lower lip not to laugh as he approaches the counter and leaves the tray on it before resting his chin on his hand.
"If I had known getting you high was the way to make you stay, I would've started my chain of offers with the brownies."
A mischievous grin ends that sentence. This is going to be so much fun.
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He seriously needs to stop thinking about this - the show had been a success, the audience had been an actual decent crowd, he met Geralt's brothers and now he is at his place, waiting to share some coffee and hopefully a fun talk. All in all, it should be considered the perfect night. The picture in his phone is a timebomb waiting to happen, but he should leave that for morning Jaskier when he does all the posting of pictures and videos of the show. Because he is going to post it, he realizes, the hesitation is just nervousness, it's years of being raised as having to keep his reputation in mind. Most of the time he knows how to keep those teachings buried under family resentment, but during times like this, when the care he's put into his career and the way he interacts with the industry are on the line, they come out and make him doubt himself. He's not dumb, he knows he's a dreamer in a world that usually isn't as kind. You gotta play your cards right.
Respect doesn't make history.
Maybe he can send a message to Yen, be sure he's legally covered in case of anything. Yeah, that sounds good, he's sure she'll be on board on destroying another old white boomer's public view. His fans will support him, and as far as other potential record companies go, would he want to work with someone that would look down on him for posting such a thing? No. So if they discard him as a potential contract for this, well, to hell with them. Nothing of value would be lost.
It's easy to see why Geralt comes to the conclusion Jaskier is feeling better now. Finally feeling at peace with himself, he lets all his emotions out in what is a daily habit of his now: singing in the shower. Sia's Bird Set Free echoes in the bathroom (I sing for love, I sing for me, I shout it out like a bird set free) even as Jaskier dries his body and hair out followed by taking his worn clothes to the basket in the bedroom - another thing to take care of in the morning.
The sound of bare feet on wood announces his return to the living area, a pleased smile on his face at the fact Geralt is checking on him and, not gonna lie, the nice sight of his arms without a jacket and that lovely bottom casually leaning against his breakfast counter. This man should be illegal, he swears.
"I do, thanks. Feeling comfortable?" he asks in return with a teasing tone as he approaches the coffee table. After leaving his phone connected to his laptop for charging, he picks up the electric kettle and as many mugs as his hands can handle. "I think those stools are strong enough to handle being sat on by your mighty physique, my friend." He winks at him as he passes by, entering the kitchen. "How do you take your coffee?"
After leaving the mugs in the sink, he gets both the coffee maker and the electric kettle going, because he'll make tea for himself - if he drinks coffee now, sleep would be one hell of a difficult task. As he moves around the kitchen getting it all ready, he tells Geralt all about the shenanigans he got into to make the jam and the kolaczkis, a treat he enjoyed a lot as a kid (although he does not explain why).
"I know visually they don't look very good, but I promise they actually taste--"
Jaskier interrupts himself when he opens the fridge and takes the tray out, noticing the missing brownies. His eyebrows quickly go up and blue eyes glance at Geralt to check on him - still chill. He has no idea, does he? Amazing. He has to bite his lower lip not to laugh as he approaches the counter and leaves the tray on it before resting his chin on his hand.
"If I had known getting you high was the way to make you stay, I would've started my chain of offers with the brownies."
A mischievous grin ends that sentence. This is going to be so much fun.