[Lightning is, for sure, proving to be quite a different sort of courting. Not only is she apparently put off by romantic declarations (and songs), but she, as he has thankfully found, is a bit embarrassed by flattery.
A conundrum, one might say.
One that, perhaps, shouldn't matter, as this was a meeting between friends. Of course. But that would not stop Jaskier's heart from wanting what it wanted, which was a beautiful, dangerous woman. His greatest weakness.
He had to take this lightly, he was beginning to think. To not overload her, or make the truth of his heart too quickly revealed. He might have complimented her with gifts -- a short ballad on her beauty, or a gift of silk or sugared fruit slices. He spent what extra time he had in beating her there in finding the right sort of bauble.
And then settled into a table that he imagines she'd like -- and it wasn't a hard choice, when he was long-used to picking dark, uncrowded tables to settle Geralt's needs as well. They were a bit alike, after all.
He perks up immediately, a genuine smile spreading across his face.] Not long at all, though I was happy to wait. [One never brings up the real time spent waiting to a lady, of course. He pulls a small, slim box from his pocket and slides it across the table. It's far from the ornate blade he carries himself; it's plain, and silver, and folds when it's not needed.] My friend got me something similar. I thought, perhaps, in case you find yourself at the wrong end of a monster, as I have. [He does hope she likes it. Or, worse, doesn't have something similar already.] Ready to drink?
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A conundrum, one might say.
One that, perhaps, shouldn't matter, as this was a meeting between friends. Of course. But that would not stop Jaskier's heart from wanting what it wanted, which was a beautiful, dangerous woman. His greatest weakness.
He had to take this lightly, he was beginning to think. To not overload her, or make the truth of his heart too quickly revealed. He might have complimented her with gifts -- a short ballad on her beauty, or a gift of silk or sugared fruit slices. He spent what extra time he had in beating her there in finding the right sort of bauble.
And then settled into a table that he imagines she'd like -- and it wasn't a hard choice, when he was long-used to picking dark, uncrowded tables to settle Geralt's needs as well. They were a bit alike, after all.
He perks up immediately, a genuine smile spreading across his face.] Not long at all, though I was happy to wait. [One never brings up the real time spent waiting to a lady, of course. He pulls a small, slim box from his pocket and slides it across the table. It's far from the ornate blade he carries himself; it's plain, and silver, and folds when it's not needed.] My friend got me something similar. I thought, perhaps, in case you find yourself at the wrong end of a monster, as I have. [He does hope she likes it. Or, worse, doesn't have something similar already.] Ready to drink?