[It is a simple fact of life that he has a revolving door of good company that moves in and out of it, but he cannot help but think this is unlikely to be the last time he will see Blake. Not if he's getting involved with Geralt.
That's the way their life is. They are entangled. It's a sort of strange, lovely thing, if you ask him. He can hardly balk at Geralt earning a few more... friends.
He's already visited Geralt once. He's agreed not to do more to avoid any further scrutiny on them. But he can make sure any other fellow trying to force their company on Geralt makes it in one piece.
The truly remarkable thing about the visit is the man had the manners to knock. Jaskier opens the door to his home wide, dressed in the ostentatious red robe that Alucard purchased him some time ago. Meant for lounging in, it's plenty rich to receive company, especially when he has no intentions in leaving the house for the day. He's finally got it to himself.]
Well, well. You kept your word, Ser Blake. Time to come in, or shall you be whisked away on a horse soon enough?
[ Blake is generally prompt and polite and upon being received by Jaskier — awake and amiable, in fact — he tips his head in something approaching a bow and then squints at the sky. ]
Ah, better not. It's temptin', don't get me wrong, but—
[ Dean's waiting for him and it's due to be a hell of a journey together. The more daylight they spend on the move, the better off they'll be. Still, Blake's not without suitable remorse and he holds out the wrapped pastry and offers an apologetic smile. ]
Here. So I'm not leavin' you empty handed. It's good stuff.
[He laughs at "tempting" because at least he's still got it, but he understands there is some benefit to setting out into the Badlands earlier. Before the heat truly settles down.
Oh! He claps his hands together, then takes the gif.t (A real gift. How rare.) With an inhale, he determines Blake must have rather good taste, as far as baked goods go.]
It smells lovely. Thank you. [He'd give him a kiss for it if he wasn't afraid to startle him. Or tempt him too much.] Let me return the favour. [Ah, their conversation about favours returns.] You'll need it for the trip.
[Not everyone can simply grow their own food as needed, after all. Jaskier dips into his home, but returns with a loaf of bread stuffed with cheese, still somehow as warm as if it had left the oven, the cheese inside still melted. And wrapped up: a very generous portion of black and blueberries.]
They won't rot no matter how long you keep them around. Courtesy of my magic. [He hands them over with a wink.] So be sure to treat your horse a bit for all that effort, hmm?
[ While it certainly wouldn't do to show up late and disheveled for his meeting with Dean, something tells Blake that all would be forgiven if he explained how hard up he's been. Unfortunately, with his timetable in place, all he can do is smile between Jaskier and the gifts, impressed (perhaps for the first time) by the utility of the magic in use. ]
Sounds like you're callin' me burden, and here we just met.
[ The cheekiness spreads into a full-on grin as Blake shuffles the cheese bread into the crook of his elbow in order to carefully unwrap the berries for a taste. Maybe he's lingering a bit, but he wants to be sure the efforts on the bard's part aren't passed by without his notice. Or without Jaskier noting his notice. ]
Any messages for Geralt?
[ He studies a blackberry, twisting it in his fingers, gently squeezing it as if testing for ripeness. It's probably the single most beautiful blackberry he's ever seen — almost too nice to eat. Is the compliment due to the gardener or the magician? Are they one in the same?
Meanwhile, Blake reasons Jaskier can send his own messages just like everyone else, but that's really not the point, is it? He could do the same and spare the trip altogether, but he really needs the outing and he thinks Geralt appreciates a personal touch even if he's not so (outwardly, willingly) personable himself. Looking at Jaskier, that much seems doubly true. ]
[Oh, Jaskier notices. He returns that grin with a smile of his own, already terribly fond of the little dimples that appear on the younger man's face. He's a bit of a sweetheart, isn't he? How on earth does Geralt put up with him?] You've plenty of time to prove me wrong.
[He leans against the doorway, looking as if he's actually thinkign of anything. Geralt hasn't been blocking his messages (for once), but he's already seen the cad. Knows he's working himself to sleep every night, and giving his food away to children. Utterly predictable.
In the end, he shrugs.] Tell him he's a horse's ass. He'll know what it means.
[It doesn't mean anything, but it's exceptionally funny to think someone would wander all the way to the mines to tell him it.]
[ Eventually Blake will be absolutely baffled to find out Jaskier's age, but for now he appears every bit as young and spry as need be, at least for the purposes of flirting around the point. It makes that grin turn all the more genuine when he tastes the blackberry and muses at the message. ]
I'll try not to crack the code on my way.
[ It's silly. That's what he thinks when they're together. And he doesn't hate it. Jaskier clearly takes pride in himself and his work, but he's not beyond all the trappings of a true entertainer. And if he can win over a guy like Geralt, then he's got to have a pretty good sense of humor and decent enough ethics. Friendship by association. ]
See you later, yeah? Thanks again.
[ And that's the bulk of it. Blake doesn't linger, head tipping gently before he's off to do as he planned. ]
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That's the way their life is. They are entangled. It's a sort of strange, lovely thing, if you ask him. He can hardly balk at Geralt earning a few more... friends.
He's already visited Geralt once. He's agreed not to do more to avoid any further scrutiny on them. But he can make sure any other fellow trying to force their company on Geralt makes it in one piece.
The truly remarkable thing about the visit is the man had the manners to knock. Jaskier opens the door to his home wide, dressed in the ostentatious red robe that Alucard purchased him some time ago. Meant for lounging in, it's plenty rich to receive company, especially when he has no intentions in leaving the house for the day. He's finally got it to himself.]
Well, well. You kept your word, Ser Blake. Time to come in, or shall you be whisked away on a horse soon enough?
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Ah, better not. It's temptin', don't get me wrong, but—
[ Dean's waiting for him and it's due to be a hell of a journey together. The more daylight they spend on the move, the better off they'll be. Still, Blake's not without suitable remorse and he holds out the wrapped pastry and offers an apologetic smile. ]
Here. So I'm not leavin' you empty handed. It's good stuff.
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Oh! He claps his hands together, then takes the gif.t (A real gift. How rare.) With an inhale, he determines Blake must have rather good taste, as far as baked goods go.]
It smells lovely. Thank you. [He'd give him a kiss for it if he wasn't afraid to startle him. Or tempt him too much.] Let me return the favour. [Ah, their conversation about favours returns.] You'll need it for the trip.
[Not everyone can simply grow their own food as needed, after all. Jaskier dips into his home, but returns with a loaf of bread stuffed with cheese, still somehow as warm as if it had left the oven, the cheese inside still melted. And wrapped up: a very generous portion of black and blueberries.]
They won't rot no matter how long you keep them around. Courtesy of my magic. [He hands them over with a wink.] So be sure to treat your horse a bit for all that effort, hmm?
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Sounds like you're callin' me burden, and here we just met.
[ The cheekiness spreads into a full-on grin as Blake shuffles the cheese bread into the crook of his elbow in order to carefully unwrap the berries for a taste. Maybe he's lingering a bit, but he wants to be sure the efforts on the bard's part aren't passed by without his notice. Or without Jaskier noting his notice. ]
Any messages for Geralt?
[ He studies a blackberry, twisting it in his fingers, gently squeezing it as if testing for ripeness. It's probably the single most beautiful blackberry he's ever seen — almost too nice to eat. Is the compliment due to the gardener or the magician? Are they one in the same?
Meanwhile, Blake reasons Jaskier can send his own messages just like everyone else, but that's really not the point, is it? He could do the same and spare the trip altogether, but he really needs the outing and he thinks Geralt appreciates a personal touch even if he's not so (outwardly, willingly) personable himself. Looking at Jaskier, that much seems doubly true. ]
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[He leans against the doorway, looking as if he's actually thinkign of anything. Geralt hasn't been blocking his messages (for once), but he's already seen the cad. Knows he's working himself to sleep every night, and giving his food away to children. Utterly predictable.
In the end, he shrugs.] Tell him he's a horse's ass. He'll know what it means.
[It doesn't mean anything, but it's exceptionally funny to think someone would wander all the way to the mines to tell him it.]
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I'll try not to crack the code on my way.
[ It's silly. That's what he thinks when they're together. And he doesn't hate it. Jaskier clearly takes pride in himself and his work, but he's not beyond all the trappings of a true entertainer. And if he can win over a guy like Geralt, then he's got to have a pretty good sense of humor and decent enough ethics. Friendship by association. ]
See you later, yeah? Thanks again.
[ And that's the bulk of it. Blake doesn't linger, head tipping gently before he's off to do as he planned. ]