"It will, I promise." He says with his best innocent face, both hands up in surrender. "In fact, I can come around when she isn't home, if that helps. You're just protecting her, being a good father. I can respect that."
Because yeah, now the initial scare is wearing off and the conversation replays in his head, he understands how the misunderstanding happened. In fact, he would've reacted with suspicion too if it had been about his sister. So this first impression? Far from bad. Not the best, for sure, but not enough to scare him off either. Geralt is a good dad, already showing more care in a couple of minutes that Jaskier's own father has ever shown for him in his entire life.
So he isn't only a DILF, he's a sweet DILF. His heart (and his dick) won't survive this.
Business talk is back, and Jaskier considers it a good sign, so he comes closer again, both to hear him better and to have a better look of those amazing eyes.
"English style. Always leisure riding, I was never one for competitions or polo. Blegh."
He pulls a face at the idea of sports, obviously this is the artist of the family. No, polo has always been his brother's thing, perfect handsome Frederick with his perfect beard and his perfect manners and perfect boring girlfriend. Some times Jaskier has to wonder how he and Lizzie are related to him.
"And that's what I'm looking for now as well. To unwind. To get on a horse and relax for a few hours, have lunch while lying on the grass and maybe compose a bit if inspiration strikes."
If that's allowed in the first place, but he figures that if the guitar was a problem, Geralt would've already told him so the minute he saw it. It's not exactly a small object to go unnoticed, now is it?
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Because yeah, now the initial scare is wearing off and the conversation replays in his head, he understands how the misunderstanding happened. In fact, he would've reacted with suspicion too if it had been about his sister. So this first impression? Far from bad. Not the best, for sure, but not enough to scare him off either. Geralt is a good dad, already showing more care in a couple of minutes that Jaskier's own father has ever shown for him in his entire life.
So he isn't only a DILF, he's a sweet DILF. His heart (and his dick) won't survive this.
Business talk is back, and Jaskier considers it a good sign, so he comes closer again, both to hear him better and to have a better look of those amazing eyes.
"English style. Always leisure riding, I was never one for competitions or polo. Blegh."
He pulls a face at the idea of sports, obviously this is the artist of the family. No, polo has always been his brother's thing, perfect handsome Frederick with his perfect beard and his perfect manners and perfect boring girlfriend. Some times Jaskier has to wonder how he and Lizzie are related to him.
"And that's what I'm looking for now as well. To unwind. To get on a horse and relax for a few hours, have lunch while lying on the grass and maybe compose a bit if inspiration strikes."
If that's allowed in the first place, but he figures that if the guitar was a problem, Geralt would've already told him so the minute he saw it. It's not exactly a small object to go unnoticed, now is it?