Jaskier turns to the sound of a very deep voice, already noticing the lack of greeting in return (Jaskier doesn't need clerks to go out of their way to be over the top welcoming, but would a "hello" really hurt?) but the little frown on his face barely lasts two seconds when he sees who exactly is in charge of his place.
A bloody adonis.
He worries his worry lip as he feels his throat going dry at the sight. The man is big and incredibly well built, thicker and stronger than a brick house; the hair is white and long, making Jaskier wish he could run his fingers through it. He's a father, too, which means this is his first time meeting a true DILF, one that apparently loves animals and has a voice that probably could make you come just by talking dirty into your ear.
Hopefully the lack of greeting was only a slip and he isn't actually rude, otherwise he'll have to text his sister and go through his bisexual crisis for the second time in his life.
(If you ask Elizabeth, she thinks her brother goes through a bisexual crisis every other day.)
Snapping himself out of it by clearing his voice, Jaskier hurries in direction of the man, reminding himself that this isn't a bar and the ranch looks like a place he'd like to visit again in the future, so he can't fuck up. For the sake of his lovely follower, as well. So his charm will be on, but not overly flirty. Gotta test the waters first - hell, maybe the man is as straight they come.
"I have! I used to ride all the time when I was a child." When he reaches the adonis' side, Jaskier gets a better look of his face and ugh, those eyes are as golden as the flower that names him and that jaw could smash rocks. How can one man be so unfairly handsome? With his best smile on his face, he offers a hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Jaskier. I recently moved to the city, and your daughter I believe? Recommended this place on Twitter."
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A bloody adonis.
He worries his worry lip as he feels his throat going dry at the sight. The man is big and incredibly well built, thicker and stronger than a brick house; the hair is white and long, making Jaskier wish he could run his fingers through it. He's a father, too, which means this is his first time meeting a true DILF, one that apparently loves animals and has a voice that probably could make you come just by talking dirty into your ear.
Hopefully the lack of greeting was only a slip and he isn't actually rude, otherwise he'll have to text his sister and go through his bisexual crisis for the second time in his life.
(If you ask Elizabeth, she thinks her brother goes through a bisexual crisis every other day.)
Snapping himself out of it by clearing his voice, Jaskier hurries in direction of the man, reminding himself that this isn't a bar and the ranch looks like a place he'd like to visit again in the future, so he can't fuck up. For the sake of his lovely follower, as well. So his charm will be on, but not overly flirty. Gotta test the waters first - hell, maybe the man is as straight they come.
"I have! I used to ride all the time when I was a child." When he reaches the adonis' side, Jaskier gets a better look of his face and ugh, those eyes are as golden as the flower that names him and that jaw could smash rocks. How can one man be so unfairly handsome? With his best smile on his face, he offers a hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Jaskier. I recently moved to the city, and your daughter I believe? Recommended this place on Twitter."