[Hardly rumours at all. But Jaskier is so open with everything he does, the idea that someone would not approach him for the reasons so many do simply doesn't rise into his thought process. He hardly hides that Nadine is his primary lover -- but they also share those who are willing to share. Not to mention his music fans, several tavern workers, the flutist and drummer he's played with in the past, the artists in Libertas...
Ah. So that's how it is.
Jaskier takes Blake's hands, holding the gloves -- they really are quite lovely, ans especially so because they were made for him -- and closes Blake's hands over the gloves. The bard kisses him on the cheek.]
You hardly need one when you have an invitation. [Which is what that kiss is. For him, it's as casual as one can offer without pushing a boundary.] But I understand what it is to crave perfection in your work. Oh, if anyone knows, it is me. And with this... I want to see your own perfection.
[ To receive something as sweet and subtle as a kiss on the cheek feels utterly ludicris in lieu of their conversation, but somehow it does what it's meant to do in appeasing the very prickly side of Blake. On frequent occasions and in common company, he can be as raunchy as the day is long, but there is a particular side of Blake that is taken aback by attention and attentiveness. Too much and he feels burned by the spotlight, but in the right measure and with sincerity, it works wonders to help pry open the once-tight guard, now in recovery.
It's strange, possibly addictive. He hates to be seen but loves to be known, and it seems the Summoned are uncommonly good at doing just that. ]
I'd love a chance to show you that.
[ It's so genuine it hurts a little, and he almost leaves it there, but decides better of it. ]
And if there's anything else you wanna see, I'll make the time. For you.
[Jaskier's smile is private, but quite knowing. He senses Blake wants to prove something to him, though they're still drunkenly stumbling up the path of getting to know one another. He's not sure what that is beyond his apparent skills in tailoring, but he is eager to see it nonetheless.]
I can be patient for what is important. This, I think, is utmost.
[Jaskier releases the gloves back into Blake's care, stepping back with a little spin as he turns back at that last offering. Though there's so much he could ask for, nothing comes to mind... until, he thinks, that Blake would be a perfect candidate. He knows Geralt already. And Blake's already here to receive the coin bag Jaskier has set aside.
His lips curl up, vulpine.] I do have something you could do for me, come to think of it...
[What's wrong with setting up a little date when the point is to give to charity?]
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Ah. So that's how it is.
Jaskier takes Blake's hands, holding the gloves -- they really are quite lovely, ans especially so because they were made for him -- and closes Blake's hands over the gloves. The bard kisses him on the cheek.]
You hardly need one when you have an invitation. [Which is what that kiss is. For him, it's as casual as one can offer without pushing a boundary.] But I understand what it is to crave perfection in your work. Oh, if anyone knows, it is me. And with this... I want to see your own perfection.
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It's strange, possibly addictive. He hates to be seen but loves to be known, and it seems the Summoned are uncommonly good at doing just that. ]
I'd love a chance to show you that.
[ It's so genuine it hurts a little, and he almost leaves it there, but decides better of it. ]
And if there's anything else you wanna see, I'll make the time. For you.
wrap? 🎀
I can be patient for what is important. This, I think, is utmost.
[Jaskier releases the gloves back into Blake's care, stepping back with a little spin as he turns back at that last offering. Though there's so much he could ask for, nothing comes to mind... until, he thinks, that Blake would be a perfect candidate. He knows Geralt already. And Blake's already here to receive the coin bag Jaskier has set aside.
His lips curl up, vulpine.] I do have something you could do for me, come to think of it...
[What's wrong with setting up a little date when the point is to give to charity?]