That day on the mountain meant heartbreak for multiple people, not just the bard. Jaskier knows this, knows he should feel sympathetic for many of the members of that hunting party. Geralt especially - just because it frustrated him how much the witcher always ignored his advice when it came to certain sorceress, it didn't mean he was happy to see Geralt broken.
Right now though, considering his current mood and how he feels about her in general, he can't help feeling a bit smug over the fact Geralt hasn't seen her for so long and doesn't try to check if Chireadan saw her again after the djinn incident either. It's such a huge change from that I'm in that cursed them a year ago, and Jaskier is living for it.
In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger, because I can do it better. There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in? She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?
"I understand." The elf's eyes are down, looking at his own hands on the table, probably feeling exposed and embarrassed. "It was bold of me to assume you'd still be in contact with her, my apologies. My eyes must've deceived me that day - I thought I saw a special spark in that scene through the window." He looks at Jaskier then-- "Wouldn't you agree?"
...and Jaskier chokes on his ale. He knew this would be an awful idea, he knew it! Patting his chest, Jaskier suddenly stands up, the chair falling behind him. He's a ball of nerves and he isn't hiding it. Geralt's possible reaction to this... he isn't sure he wants to find out, but the road mood is already somber enough. Can't have another thing added to the pile.
"Thank you! For supper. It was very-" Here comes the flapping hands. "Very nice of you to receive us in your home and I'd love to-- to, ah, sit and chat about the wonders of this world we live in but my-" He glances at Geralt, swallows, then turns to Chireadan again, who is staring at the bard with wide eyes and a very confused expression. "-companion and I need to rest, it's been an incredibly long trip and we should leave early in the morning not to waster another second of precious autumn time."
Still in shock, Chireadan nods and points at the door on the left, a guest room usually assigned to patients but free for their use today. Jaskier rushes into it without another word, and the elf turns to Geralt with a shrug.
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Right now though, considering his current mood and how he feels about her in general, he can't help feeling a bit smug over the fact Geralt hasn't seen her for so long and doesn't try to check if Chireadan saw her again after the djinn incident either. It's such a huge change from that I'm in that cursed them a year ago, and Jaskier is living for it.
In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger, because I can do it better. There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in? She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?
"I understand." The elf's eyes are down, looking at his own hands on the table, probably feeling exposed and embarrassed. "It was bold of me to assume you'd still be in contact with her, my apologies. My eyes must've deceived me that day - I thought I saw a special spark in that scene through the window." He looks at Jaskier then-- "Wouldn't you agree?"
...and Jaskier chokes on his ale. He knew this would be an awful idea, he knew it! Patting his chest, Jaskier suddenly stands up, the chair falling behind him. He's a ball of nerves and he isn't hiding it. Geralt's possible reaction to this... he isn't sure he wants to find out, but the road mood is already somber enough. Can't have another thing added to the pile.
"Thank you! For supper. It was very-" Here comes the flapping hands. "Very nice of you to receive us in your home and I'd love to-- to, ah, sit and chat about the wonders of this world we live in but my-" He glances at Geralt, swallows, then turns to Chireadan again, who is staring at the bard with wide eyes and a very confused expression. "-companion and I need to rest, it's been an incredibly long trip and we should leave early in the morning not to waster another second of precious autumn time."
Still in shock, Chireadan nods and points at the door on the left, a guest room usually assigned to patients but free for their use today. Jaskier rushes into it without another word, and the elf turns to Geralt with a shrug.
"Good night?"