Eight hundred years of nothing being able to shake constant devotion is remarkably reassuring. I'll see you then.
[ Istredd doesn't mind speaking more on it later if need be, but that is the general summary. While he misses many things about the possibilities the vision showed him, that is one thing that they could carry with them, the certainty they didn't have before. And it's opened doors because of it. Istredd has been planning this since, wanting to make his approach to Jaskier both honest and respectful. So far it's going splendidly. There was an enthusiastic yes!
Istredd is waiting by the portals, he got there early so there is no chance of missing Jaskier. He is wearing a shirt with a nice shade of pale blue that matches his eyes, he's been informed multiple times it makes his eyes 'pop.' He usually prefers sedate or dark colors, but this is intentional. His dark hair is in its longer state, thanks to both Yennefer and Geralt informing him he looks good with it longer, and he carries a single red flower from Thorne.
The flower he thinks is a step too far. He has gone back and forth on it for hours now, almost tossing it away, only to grasp it tighter in his hands. It is a gesture, he reminds himself. His partners aren't very romantic people, compared to Istredd, who is a romantic fool at heart. Jaskier strikes him as someone who would appreciate even a small gesture, and he is unlikely to mock him for it. Surely a bard would see an act of sweetness for what it is.
He nervously fiddles with the cuffs of his shirt and keeps himself from pacing. He is without a notebook to distract himself with because he wants to be present. At the very least, he gets a pleasant conversation and a personal performance out of this. At the very best, he gets to make a fantasy into reality. He waits, twirling the flower in his 'large' hands.]
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[ Istredd doesn't mind speaking more on it later if need be, but that is the general summary. While he misses many things about the possibilities the vision showed him, that is one thing that they could carry with them, the certainty they didn't have before. And it's opened doors because of it. Istredd has been planning this since, wanting to make his approach to Jaskier both honest and respectful. So far it's going splendidly. There was an enthusiastic yes!
Istredd is waiting by the portals, he got there early so there is no chance of missing Jaskier. He is wearing a shirt with a nice shade of pale blue that matches his eyes, he's been informed multiple times it makes his eyes 'pop.' He usually prefers sedate or dark colors, but this is intentional. His dark hair is in its longer state, thanks to both Yennefer and Geralt informing him he looks good with it longer, and he carries a single red flower from Thorne.
The flower he thinks is a step too far. He has gone back and forth on it for hours now, almost tossing it away, only to grasp it tighter in his hands. It is a gesture, he reminds himself. His partners aren't very romantic people, compared to Istredd, who is a romantic fool at heart. Jaskier strikes him as someone who would appreciate even a small gesture, and he is unlikely to mock him for it. Surely a bard would see an act of sweetness for what it is.
He nervously fiddles with the cuffs of his shirt and keeps himself from pacing. He is without a notebook to distract himself with because he wants to be present. At the very least, he gets a pleasant conversation and a personal performance out of this. At the very best, he gets to make a fantasy into reality. He waits, twirling the flower in his 'large' hands.]