゛𝓙.

@ofriviass 
            
            jaskier wasn’t obvious to the witcher’s current mood , though his face often remained in neutral or brooding nature , jaskier himself could someone cut through all of that and see the truth that laid bared beneath .  it was not as if he was trying to push geralt , quite the opposite , with his habit of seeing people for who they really were , if anything he was trying his darnedest to put the personification of gruffness at ease .  even if it was only for just a little while .  “ yeesh..  ”  he mumbled the following .  “ you are quite temperamental today .  ” intaking a large breath , running his fingers through his gorgeous locks , jaskier tried to assess himself as in order to not add onto the problem at hand .  “ we all have moments of unease .  and if i’m honest ?  pardon my language on this one  ,  today so far has been downright shit .  which  ,  mind you  ,  was NOT my fault this time .  you know what we both need ?  a drink .  several in fact .  ”

geralt  looked  troubled,   frustrated  by  another  day —- another  set  of  tasks  to  complete  with  little  payoff.    jaw  tightening,    trying  to  steady  his  breaths..    he  can’t  allow  himself  to  make  yet  another  mistake  with  jaskier.   not    again.   
            
            irritated   at  the  world,   at  how  much  he  cares  when  he  knows  CARING  goes  against  his  best  interests.    geralt’s  heart  was  carved  open,    flowing  with  emotion —- emotion  for  jaskier,   yennifer,   ciri..    worried  about  how  they  all  are  fairing.    taking  it  upon  himself  to  be  a  protector,   a  pillar  of  stability —- or  as  much  stability  as  he  could  manage.  
            
            “right,”    growled  the  witcher,   a  huff  following  as  his  grasp  tightened  around  roach’s  lead —- carefully  tugging  the  horse  along  rough  gravel  and  soil.  
            
            “soothing  is  it?   then  tell  me  why  i  feel  incredibly —- (disquieted).”   

@ofriviass 
            
            “ you say that and yet something tells me you’d miss the sweet soothing somber of my voice if it weren’t around .  admit it  ,  geralt .  you know i’m right .  ”

@VengerbergWitch- 
            
            the unusual behavior would’ve been spotted by anyone who knew jaskier well enough , that namely being yennefer or geralt .  it was not as if the bard had no other companionships , he merely stuck to those he’s had for many decades or what feels like centuries now .  an odd thought , to think they’ve known each other for years now .  though for now , jaskier simply shook off the thought , no need for bleakness when he was already at a low .  “ surprising  ,  i know..  ”  another sigh had left his lips , face now somewhat supported against the palm of his hand as his arm was rested upon one of arms of the chair .  yet , his eyes they remained on her .  lips etched into a small frown , that was until he perked up again at those words , assessing then for but a moment before finally giving his answer .  “ a bit of both if i’m honest .  and the fact some of the words don’t flow the way i want them to .  perhaps i’m at loss..  a creative block in the road yet again .  oh  ,  what tragedy !  ”

☈【 @bardelion 】☈
            
            Yennefer watched him for a moment longer than necessary.
            
            It was subtle, but the exhaustion in his voice did not escape her notice—nor the way his usual theatrical spark seemed dimmed around the edges. For Jaskier, that alone was… unusual. She lifted her wine again, taking a slow sip before setting the cup down with deliberate calm.
            
            “A ballad,” she repeated, as though testing the word for hidden meaning.
            
            Her violet eyes narrowed slightly.
            
            “You crossed half the Continent composing songs about monsters, heartbreak, and Geralt’s brooding tendencies,” she said dryly. “Yet suddenly a single ballad has reduced the great Jaskier to groaning in taverns like a wounded ox.”
            
            A faint arch of her brow followed.
            
            “How tragic.”
            
            Despite the mockery, there was a quiet curiosity beneath it. She leaned back in her chair, dark hair shifting over her shoulder as she studied him more closely.
            
            “Tell me,” Yennefer continued, tone softer now—though no less sharp, “is this ballad frustrating because you cannot find the words…or because you already know exactly what they are?”
            
            The corner of her mouth curved slightly.
            
            “And you simply don’t like them.”

@VengerbergWitch- 
            
            jaskier was well aware his presence was known even before the sigh was let out , slumped heavily into his seat , the bard leaned his head back .  it would be clear to anyone he was exhausted , maybe even a tad bit frustrated .  “ i shall keep my lips sealed then .  ” he answered , though it wasn’t entirely geralt this time .  “ however  ,  lucky for us both it’s NOT because of a certain witcher this time .  ” which , if jaskier was honest with himself , wasn’t much of a relief in the first place .  with a groan , he sat more upright in order to face yennefer .  his cornflower blues a tad dimmer than usual .  “ suppose i’m just struggling with an upcoming ballad is all .  it frustrates me to no end !  ”

@ofriviass 
             
            iridescent cornflower blues could stare endlessly at that strong form , of the ripples beneath form-fitted clothing , such attire grant more access to the imagination than endless upon endless layers of armer could ever offer him .  jaskier was quick to shake off these thoughts , they were fleeting little things after all , for the bard surely had no chance with a witcher .  he would ignore these needs once again , simply focusing on thriving in luxury , even if it were merely for a couple hours .  he would forget and just let go , they both needed this .  “ i’m sure you’ll be attracting a different kind of MONSTER tonight .  a swarm of the finest if women .  though  ,  i do hope you won’t steal ALL the fun .  perhaps i too will get such luck .  ” he couldn’t help but smirk a little , it was no surprise that someone with a reputation of frivolousness , would want the chance to be whisked away in order to have the (short-lived) time of his life .  “ it won’t be .  by the way  ,  you can thank me later .  AND my extravagant lute playing for getting us to where we’re going .  ”  just as swiftly as his words left his mouth , he turned around , yet for a moment those shimmering eyes remained stagnant on geralt before turning around and making the steps forward out the inn’s doors .

a  pleasure  it  was  for  someone  so  stylishly  theatrical  to  play  dress-up  with  the  wolfish  and  gruff  witcher.   what  a  pleasure  it  would  ultimately  be  for  geralt  to  endure  these  festivities —- so  that  later  he  could  return  to  his  worn  state  and  unwind  for  the  night.  
            
            “unless  this  outfit  of  yours  happens  to  be  loud  enough  to  attract  nearby —- bloodthirsty  creatures  to  this  evening’s  get-together.”   
            
            he  only  teased,   but  the  itch  was  there;   that  hope  of  an  encounter —- a  challenge  to  give  his  life  purpose  and  fulfillment.   hopefully,   with  little  consequence.  
            
            “i  hope  no  disappointment  will  follow  the  activities  planned.    lead  the  way.”   

@ofriviass 
            
            “ i believe a small ‘thank you , jaskier’ would’ve been a nice addition to but i suppose for now just the compliment will do .  ” jaskier hummed , clearly pleased .  impressed in himself for even being allowed the pleasure of ‘dolling up’ the mighty witcher himself .  it was a nice change of pace compared to those tattered and worn be often saw geralt wear , shame such a sight was for only but one night .  “ i promise you it will be .  perhaps luck has smiled down upon me .  come  ,  you shan’t be disappointed !  i can assure you that much .  this festivity only comes one every year  ,  so let’s make the most of it and enjoy a night without being splattered in monster guts !  mainly you  ,  i mean .  ”
            
            / yeah.. you right .

@bardelion   
                           lyonel listened to his words with a certain interest sparking within his eyes.    he didn’t jump in quickly like he’d usually do.     only brief hums when it was acceptable to do, eyes that narrowed gently with his head that would.     hands still clasped on the bard’s shoulders, gentle yet heavy at the same time.   the grin returned as his hands would lift then slap down onto his shoulders quickly. 
            
                 “ good! i’m glad you like the ale,  “ he’d start with hands leaving his shoulders before he would think for a moment.     “ give us a ballad then!   show us your talents, i promise we’ll be gentle in our … judging.  “ his lips curled to a smirk before it would die down for a second. 
            
            his hand waved for jaskier to follow, near the back where the baratheon would sit.   chairs that sat beside a grand on, a blanket of yellow tossed over it.   likely to make it a bit more comfortable to sit on.   a tanker of ale that sat beside a golden crown that adorned horn designs.   and of course, real stag horns that jutted out from each side of it.    lyonel was one that did like the theatrics of life.   
            
                  quickly he sat back down within his chair, his hands slapped down on an empty part of the table for jaskier to sit.    his legs propped up with hands that curled into each other.       “  sit and sing!  “   it sounded more commanding then anything else.    like the lord he was demanding a show, or something new to keep him busy and interested. 
            
            ;;   OF COURSE <3 

/ TYSM , I TRY <3  (i forgot to write this before sending again)

@houseofstag 
            
            chaos became something of the ‘norm’ for a man such as jaskier , although this type was much more different than the one he’s grown rather used to .  but hey , this beats needing to be saved any day .  it was nice to just tune everything out and allow his troubles to be whisked away with the winds and carried far far away .  he allowed himself to relax , to ‘just be’ rather than worry about the variables .  “ depends on which one  ,  my most popular being ‘toss a coin to your witcher’ that or..  well.. ‘burn butcher burn’ but you see the ladder was made when i was going through a rough patch with my muse so i’m not the most proud of it now .  ”  he couldn’t help at the visible cringe , of course geralt had now forgiven him as he has done the same .  but the wound still remained , the burn .  one he wasn’t proud of now looking back on him , then again , who could blame him ?  he was rightfully angry at the time , and even now still with the reminisce of bitterness .  “ you’re in luck then .  mine tend to be rather lively .  unfortunately  ,  not everyone seems to think that way .  ” namely geralt , but even before their paths had crossed .  many taverns jaskier traveled to didn’t exactly respond with kindness at times , for the most part anyways . to his surprise , nowadays tales of the witcher has blessed him with some luck .  and unlike his guest , the bard seemed to take his time with his own drink , if he really wanted , he could too take it in one gulp , it was almost tempting .  “ have to say  ,  not half bad .  ” he hummed , giving the other’s following words a second thought .  eyes glistening in the dimmed light .  “ depends  ,  which would you rather prefer ?  ”

/ and maybe because he’s not very close with his parents , i hc he has a bit of parental issues and left his home in order to travel (after college)

/  cautious perhaps (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠)

/     curious   or   cautious   pls !

/   gimme   something   on   @faeoirs   pls ! <3