And staying he does, falling into a simple routine. Which is, quite frankly, quite scary. Sure, the day he reached the conclusion that he should enjoy this while it lasts, that he earned it. So this is temporary, so this Geralt isn't "his", and basking into his gentleness would make it hurt more when he's gone. But so what? It's going to hurt anyway, so may as well get something out of it, right? It still bothers him a bit how easy he falls for (any) Geralt's charms, he's supposed to leave being a fool for the witcher behind.
Those thoughts don't last long whenever they appear, though, because said witcher continues to be very good at distracting him.
The estate is fucking beautiful and has enough to do and explore to keep Jaskier busy the first few days. He starts singing more, although never about the White Wolf, and he even gives in and uses Dandelion's desk, which is pretty much the same as his own desk at the university. He flirts a lot with the servants as well, and while they don't mind flirting back just for fun, that's where their participation ends - while they don't understand who he truly is, they obviously still sense the whole witcher's bard motif here. And honestly, Jaskier isn't sure what he'd do if they accepted. Wouldn't it be weird to sleep with someone else here, when this is also Dandelion's home and he is currently seeing Geralt? Why would it be weird when he isn't Dandelion? Because it would bother Geralt? He isn't Dandelion, so it shouldn't count, and it's not like this Geralt feels anything for him like he does for his own bard.
Even if he did call him handsome...
Ugh, thinking about alternate selves is so incredibly confusing.
For now, he can keep on exploring and tasting horribly named wines. It's this exploring that takes Jaskier to a hallway with paintings in it, the first one he finds being one of Cirilla - even in this word he can recognize her, still the living image of Pavetta. The amount of sympathy he feels for her seeing this horrible thing can't be described with mere words: sure, the panting technique is good, but good lord, they destroyed her expression. As someone who also had to sit for shit like this when he was a kid, Jaskier gets mad at Geralt for displaying it anyway. Bad dad move.
Speaking of Geralt, there's a painting of him, which is... well.
If Jaskier licks his lips, it's simply because the artistic ability impresses him. Yeah, totally.
It's an interesting piece, to say the least. Jaskier isn't sure if he can't quite understand the motif or his brain can't cooperate because blood is trying to go somewhere else. There are many details to notice: most scars Jaskier recognizes, but the shape of his body is different from the witcher of his world. Less thick, more lean and... triangle?
How did this even happen anyway? No matter how different this Geralt is, Jaskier can't picture him posing for art, especially nude. This is a story he must hunt. Where's the old guy anyway?
After questioning a couple of servants, Jaskier finally makes it to the area of the estate where they keep all the animals... only to find Geralt being attacked by a bunch of lovely peacocks.
Excuse Jaskier for laughing his ass off.
"Even after retirement the White Wolf continues to howl, but his mighty snarl ain't enough to scare the colorful fowl!"
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And staying he does, falling into a simple routine. Which is, quite frankly, quite scary. Sure, the day he reached the conclusion that he should enjoy this while it lasts, that he earned it. So this is temporary, so this Geralt isn't "his", and basking into his gentleness would make it hurt more when he's gone. But so what? It's going to hurt anyway, so may as well get something out of it, right? It still bothers him a bit how easy he falls for (any) Geralt's charms, he's supposed to leave being a fool for the witcher behind.
Those thoughts don't last long whenever they appear, though, because said witcher continues to be very good at distracting him.
The estate is fucking beautiful and has enough to do and explore to keep Jaskier busy the first few days. He starts singing more, although never about the White Wolf, and he even gives in and uses Dandelion's desk, which is pretty much the same as his own desk at the university. He flirts a lot with the servants as well, and while they don't mind flirting back just for fun, that's where their participation ends - while they don't understand who he truly is, they obviously still sense the whole witcher's bard motif here. And honestly, Jaskier isn't sure what he'd do if they accepted. Wouldn't it be weird to sleep with someone else here, when this is also Dandelion's home and he is currently seeing Geralt? Why would it be weird when he isn't Dandelion? Because it would bother Geralt? He isn't Dandelion, so it shouldn't count, and it's not like this Geralt feels anything for him like he does for his own bard.
Even if he did call him handsome...
Ugh, thinking about alternate selves is so incredibly confusing.
For now, he can keep on exploring and tasting horribly named wines. It's this exploring that takes Jaskier to a hallway with paintings in it, the first one he finds being one of Cirilla - even in this word he can recognize her, still the living image of Pavetta. The amount of sympathy he feels for her seeing this horrible thing can't be described with mere words: sure, the panting technique is good, but good lord, they destroyed her expression. As someone who also had to sit for shit like this when he was a kid, Jaskier gets mad at Geralt for displaying it anyway. Bad dad move.
Speaking of Geralt, there's a painting of him, which is... well.
If Jaskier licks his lips, it's simply because the artistic ability impresses him. Yeah, totally.
It's an interesting piece, to say the least. Jaskier isn't sure if he can't quite understand the motif or his brain can't cooperate because blood is trying to go somewhere else. There are many details to notice: most scars Jaskier recognizes, but the shape of his body is different from the witcher of his world. Less thick, more lean and... triangle?
How did this even happen anyway? No matter how different this Geralt is, Jaskier can't picture him posing for art, especially nude. This is a story he must hunt. Where's the old guy anyway?
After questioning a couple of servants, Jaskier finally makes it to the area of the estate where they keep all the animals... only to find Geralt being attacked by a bunch of lovely peacocks.
Excuse Jaskier for laughing his ass off.
"Even after retirement the White Wolf continues to howl, but his mighty snarl ain't enough to scare the colorful fowl!"