[A simple answer, if not a slightly depressing one, if one or both of them needed eight hundred years of reassurance to explore the boundaries of love. It isn't Jaskier's place to say anything of it, and he won't; he understands he holds a certain space in such boundaries that most others do not. Plenty of people are not capable of the life, and its various romances, that Jaskier is. It's a simple fact.
It isn't true monogamy, anyway; Jaskier hardly doubts Istredd has pushed Yennefer out of his life, considering how he spoke about her. And considering how Yennefer is never pushed out of anything, except possibly windows, if Jaskier had anything to say about it.
Jaskier's preparations are far less fraught; he decides whether he wants to bring Mog or not, because he's quite sure Istredd would adore the creature. On the other hand, Mog is particularly pawsy when his master is occupied in bed, which, judging by the lube that Jaskier definitely brought with him (mistaken messages besides), he certainly intends to be in a bed at some point. Or a wall. Istredd is tall, and looks very strong. Walls are perfectly acceptable.
Mog is left behind in the end, a fact Jaskier will certainly pay for later upon his return. He would rather enjoy the simple company undistracted. For his costume, it's more muted than his usual romps; a emerald green button up that he has hardly bothered to button, revealing the chest underneath blanketed in hairy curls, an array of necklaces clinking together, including a bone ring on a chain.
Of course his lute comes with him. It was requested, after all.
Jaskier jumps when he steps out of the portal to spy Istredd is already there, but he recovers quickly to greet him with a smile.] Istredd, my dear! Surely you weren't waiting for me? [He's just being nice; obviously Istredd was. Who knew mages could have such soft hearts?] What's this? [His eyes drop to the flower Automatically, his thoughts begin going through the encyclopedia now occupying his brain to identify it. A red one, even. Does he know the meaning of red?] Is it too forward to think this may be for me?
[My gods, he thinks. Istredd is trying to woo me. He didn't even know mages were capable of such a thing.]
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[A simple answer, if not a slightly depressing one, if one or both of them needed eight hundred years of reassurance to explore the boundaries of love. It isn't Jaskier's place to say anything of it, and he won't; he understands he holds a certain space in such boundaries that most others do not. Plenty of people are not capable of the life, and its various romances, that Jaskier is. It's a simple fact.
It isn't true monogamy, anyway; Jaskier hardly doubts Istredd has pushed Yennefer out of his life, considering how he spoke about her. And considering how Yennefer is never pushed out of anything, except possibly windows, if Jaskier had anything to say about it.
Jaskier's preparations are far less fraught; he decides whether he wants to bring Mog or not, because he's quite sure Istredd would adore the creature. On the other hand, Mog is particularly pawsy when his master is occupied in bed, which, judging by the lube that Jaskier definitely brought with him (mistaken messages besides), he certainly intends to be in a bed at some point. Or a wall. Istredd is tall, and looks very strong. Walls are perfectly acceptable.
Mog is left behind in the end, a fact Jaskier will certainly pay for later upon his return. He would rather enjoy the simple company undistracted. For his costume, it's more muted than his usual romps; a emerald green button up that he has hardly bothered to button, revealing the chest underneath blanketed in hairy curls, an array of necklaces clinking together, including a bone ring on a chain.
Of course his lute comes with him. It was requested, after all.
Jaskier jumps when he steps out of the portal to spy Istredd is already there, but he recovers quickly to greet him with a smile.] Istredd, my dear! Surely you weren't waiting for me? [He's just being nice; obviously Istredd was. Who knew mages could have such soft hearts?] What's this? [His eyes drop to the flower Automatically, his thoughts begin going through the encyclopedia now occupying his brain to identify it. A red one, even. Does he know the meaning of red?] Is it too forward to think this may be for me?
[My gods, he thinks. Istredd is trying to woo me. He didn't even know mages were capable of such a thing.]