While he has a list of topics to touch upon, Jaskier always tries to let his classes run free when the opportunity presents. You can't organize art, having students letting their emotions run free is much better - and more productive too, even if some of his old, traditional professors would disagree. An artist getting caught in a passionate argument will produce more pieces (better and quicker too!) than one that is replying to an old prompt from an antique study program.
And discussing the meaning behind a piece is one of the directions that happen more often. It's a good topic, because as future artists themselves, the students must learn what happens when you word things certain way, how your intentions may come across, and the dear good ol' Death of the Author always makes for some heated fights. Linguistic theory is still, technically, happening. Usually it doesn't happen about his love life, though.
Jaskiet can't bring himself to stop them.
He should. Oh, he knows he should, because the more they notice he doesn't, the more daring their comments become, throwing teasing comments at him or Geralt. But he can't help it, hearing them talk is as cathartic as it was to sing the song itself. They put all his thoughts and concerns in all kinds of poetic words, indirectly insult Yennefer in the way that keeps his amusement levels incredibly high, and also indirectly insult Geralt in ways he'd never be able too because he's too far gone, like the fool he is.
Speaking of Geralt... Jaskier glances at him every now and then. He's nervous, for sure, but the conversation has brought back all the feelings he felt that day on the mountain, so he's feeling kinda petty as well. That witcher of his is thick as a wall (and he isn't talking about his muscles this time) and was forgiven too easily. Jaskier is being a bitch, he knows, but oh well. Respect doesn't make history. If an entire class can't get the class across, then nothing will.
He can't be that stupid, right? (His students may say 'yes'.)
The lecture is over and the students leave, but Jaskier doesn't follow them. He starts picking his things up at an incredibly slow pace. After taking a deep breath and internally asking his emotions to stay in place, he speaks - at a normal volume, because he knows those wolf ears can hear him.
"I wasn't aware of your interest in writing and linguistics, Geralt, but it was a pleasant surprise to have you here. Do you have a review for me? Three words or less."
A little throwback to the their first meeting, which now feels like it happened thousands of years ago. He doesn't move from behind his desk, however. If they're going to have any kind of discussion, better do it now, in here, under the privacy of the classroom. Walking through the hallways filled with people (sounds, smells, gossip) will only make Geralt close up more.
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And discussing the meaning behind a piece is one of the directions that happen more often. It's a good topic, because as future artists themselves, the students must learn what happens when you word things certain way, how your intentions may come across, and the dear good ol' Death of the Author always makes for some heated fights. Linguistic theory is still, technically, happening. Usually it doesn't happen about his love life, though.
Jaskiet can't bring himself to stop them.
He should. Oh, he knows he should, because the more they notice he doesn't, the more daring their comments become, throwing teasing comments at him or Geralt. But he can't help it, hearing them talk is as cathartic as it was to sing the song itself. They put all his thoughts and concerns in all kinds of poetic words, indirectly insult Yennefer in the way that keeps his amusement levels incredibly high, and also indirectly insult Geralt in ways he'd never be able too because he's too far gone, like the fool he is.
Speaking of Geralt... Jaskier glances at him every now and then. He's nervous, for sure, but the conversation has brought back all the feelings he felt that day on the mountain, so he's feeling kinda petty as well. That witcher of his is thick as a wall (and he isn't talking about his muscles this time) and was forgiven too easily. Jaskier is being a bitch, he knows, but oh well. Respect doesn't make history. If an entire class can't get the class across, then nothing will.
He can't be that stupid, right? (His students may say 'yes'.)
The lecture is over and the students leave, but Jaskier doesn't follow them. He starts picking his things up at an incredibly slow pace. After taking a deep breath and internally asking his emotions to stay in place, he speaks - at a normal volume, because he knows those wolf ears can hear him.
"I wasn't aware of your interest in writing and linguistics, Geralt, but it was a pleasant surprise to have you here. Do you have a review for me? Three words or less."
A little throwback to the their first meeting, which now feels like it happened thousands of years ago. He doesn't move from behind his desk, however. If they're going to have any kind of discussion, better do it now, in here, under the privacy of the classroom. Walking through the hallways filled with people (sounds, smells, gossip) will only make Geralt close up more.