You can't? I don't even know how he and Yennefer met.
[ To be fair, Istredd hasn't asked either of them that, but the joke is more that neither of them are very forthcoming people. He is an inquisitive person but he would rather ask Jaskier about himself than try to pull things out of Geralt. He is much more upfront himself about how he met people; it was practically day one when he informed everyone in Thorne that he was a childhood friend of Yennefer's. It made her roll her eyes but he has never been good at holding his tongue.
His expression sombers briefly at the mention of Blaviken as it holds some emotional significance to him too. Not Geralt's end, obviously, but when he found out that Stregobor was responsible for it. One more crime to add to the feet of the man he used to look up to. He listens attentively to Jaskier, his bright blue eyes fixed on his face.
He's pleased that Jaskier sat close; he's a little more shy about it so he might not have made the gesture. He reacts to it well. His eyes wander a little to admire his face, his general appearance. A handsome man. ]
That's very bold for someone only eighteen, but I can't say I'm surprised.
[ Jaskier has bold written all over him. ]
We had an interesting first meeting, I can't say I knew what to think of him. Witchers were more strange stories than real to me at that point, but Triss sent him along so I did what I could to help.
[ It probably is what started them off on not the worst feet. Knowing Triss connected them, and they both had enough trust in her to assume this person wasn't an enemy. He did find Geralt compelling if strange and slightly irritating. It was a weird agreement of theirs. ]
Not as fun as our first meeting. [ He says with a smile at Jaskier, his voice pitching lower, playful. ] Although I didn't expect to get those written words shown to me about how the man I was dancing with was considering if he could fuck someone incorporeal.
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[ To be fair, Istredd hasn't asked either of them that, but the joke is more that neither of them are very forthcoming people. He is an inquisitive person but he would rather ask Jaskier about himself than try to pull things out of Geralt. He is much more upfront himself about how he met people; it was practically day one when he informed everyone in Thorne that he was a childhood friend of Yennefer's. It made her roll her eyes but he has never been good at holding his tongue.
His expression sombers briefly at the mention of Blaviken as it holds some emotional significance to him too. Not Geralt's end, obviously, but when he found out that Stregobor was responsible for it. One more crime to add to the feet of the man he used to look up to. He listens attentively to Jaskier, his bright blue eyes fixed on his face.
He's pleased that Jaskier sat close; he's a little more shy about it so he might not have made the gesture. He reacts to it well. His eyes wander a little to admire his face, his general appearance. A handsome man. ]
That's very bold for someone only eighteen, but I can't say I'm surprised.
[ Jaskier has bold written all over him. ]
We had an interesting first meeting, I can't say I knew what to think of him. Witchers were more strange stories than real to me at that point, but Triss sent him along so I did what I could to help.
[ It probably is what started them off on not the worst feet. Knowing Triss connected them, and they both had enough trust in her to assume this person wasn't an enemy. He did find Geralt compelling if strange and slightly irritating. It was a weird agreement of theirs. ]
Not as fun as our first meeting. [ He says with a smile at Jaskier, his voice pitching lower, playful. ] Although I didn't expect to get those written words shown to me about how the man I was dancing with was considering if he could fuck someone incorporeal.