Ah. The bittersweet scent gets stronger. Dandelion is the heart of me. Part of Jaskier wonders if he should be happy this other bard has chosen a different flower for his name, because he isn't sure he could've listened to that very sentence said with his own name and survive.
His heart beats a little faster, the smile on his face is small and kinda sad, but honest. At least one of them got what they wanted - he's a bit jealous (scratch that, very jealous) but also genuinely happy for him. At least one bard should be rewarded for dealing with this oaf of a witcher. He has been for probably longer than I realized. Fuck, a year ago- hell, a month ago that would've given him hope. Not realizing how he feels is that kind of thing Geralt would do.
The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it's something out of a story. Companion souls that meet again in another world... he can feel the words coming. In another life, in another place, I'd have held you close, I'd have known your grace.
It's Geralt's next statement that snaps him out of his composing mode. He turns to look at the witcher again, confusion and bafflement obvious in his face.
"Apologize?!" Oh look, it's the High Pitched Indignant Voice (TM). "Nobody should ever apologize for love, Geralt." A pause before he mumbles. "...even if there's something to be said about your taste in women."
Okay, look, not even when he's happy for them he can leave the pettiness behind, okay. Not ever, and especially not now that he's feeling all kinds of weird things about this deal. Any moment is a good moment to throw a jab at Yennefer.
"But I'm glad to hear you're finally expressing wants." He says as he looks through the window again, voice softening and fingers playing random chords. "I don't know how you think this may make me uncomfortable. You heard the song."
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His heart beats a little faster, the smile on his face is small and kinda sad, but honest. At least one of them got what they wanted - he's a bit jealous (scratch that, very jealous) but also genuinely happy for him. At least one bard should be rewarded for dealing with this oaf of a witcher. He has been for probably longer than I realized. Fuck, a year ago- hell, a month ago that would've given him hope. Not realizing how he feels is that kind of thing Geralt would do.
The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it's something out of a story. Companion souls that meet again in another world... he can feel the words coming. In another life, in another place, I'd have held you close, I'd have known your grace.
It's Geralt's next statement that snaps him out of his composing mode. He turns to look at the witcher again, confusion and bafflement obvious in his face.
"Apologize?!" Oh look, it's the High Pitched Indignant Voice (TM). "Nobody should ever apologize for love, Geralt." A pause before he mumbles. "...even if there's something to be said about your taste in women."
Okay, look, not even when he's happy for them he can leave the pettiness behind, okay. Not ever, and especially not now that he's feeling all kinds of weird things about this deal. Any moment is a good moment to throw a jab at Yennefer.
"But I'm glad to hear you're finally expressing wants." He says as he looks through the window again, voice softening and fingers playing random chords. "I don't know how you think this may make me uncomfortable. You heard the song."
I'm weak, my love, and I'm wanting...