[ It's another early morning that finds Blake outside Jaskier's door. Geralt's door. Their door. (And also that of their fair-haired companion — a ward, perhaps? — Ciri, who Blake knows by reputation and has certainly seen in passing. A year ago they had both taken one of Viktor's trackers to the very island whose fate is being questioned now. Blake wonders if her feelings remain as complicated, or if Geralt and Jaskier have any idea about the tenuous link between them.)
He feels... strange to loom like this, standing on the outskirts of a family by whatever means, a lurking presence with gifts in hand. The offering is squeezed, the product of efforts made over many hours. The design inspiration is also similarly thought through, although its been via observation that he's come to its pattern and design instead of sweat effort.
The gloves he brings — his ninth pair (and only the third of a quality he approves, and second to this household) — have suffered the rigors of Blake's amateur nature, but he'll present them nonetheless. Dyed a dandelion color at first, they've been re-dyed to a deep marroon and bear a few patches of overspread that deepen the seams but otherwise warms the palette. They're supple and reach the wrist, with a single stained wooden button and braided loop to fasten over the pulsepoint. Around the cuff is a punched pattern — a fine, but simple design — added specifically for the bard's tastes. Unlike Geralt's gloves, there will be no concern as to whether they'll fit, as Blake's already asked around the city for a few of the man's choice measurements.
This time the gloves come without a box, delivered in person (so he has to face the music), with Blake knocking, and shuffling, and fixing his hair, hoping that Jaskier's still home so he doesn't have to do this again another day. ]
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He feels... strange to loom like this, standing on the outskirts of a family by whatever means, a lurking presence with gifts in hand. The offering is squeezed, the product of efforts made over many hours. The design inspiration is also similarly thought through, although its been via observation that he's come to its pattern and design instead of sweat effort.
The gloves he brings — his ninth pair (and only the third of a quality he approves, and second to this household) — have suffered the rigors of Blake's amateur nature, but he'll present them nonetheless. Dyed a dandelion color at first, they've been re-dyed to a deep marroon and bear a few patches of overspread that deepen the seams but otherwise warms the palette. They're supple and reach the wrist, with a single stained wooden button and braided loop to fasten over the pulsepoint. Around the cuff is a punched pattern — a fine, but simple design — added specifically for the bard's tastes. Unlike Geralt's gloves, there will be no concern as to whether they'll fit, as Blake's already asked around the city for a few of the man's choice measurements.
This time the gloves come without a box, delivered in person (so he has to face the music), with Blake knocking, and shuffling, and fixing his hair, hoping that Jaskier's still home so he doesn't have to do this again another day. ]