Of course you don't expect it. But idle hands get up to mischief. I'd feel really awkward just sitting here not tidying.
[Nadine shoos him off gently, perfectly happy to keep herself busy with cleaning while he washes up and changes. It's soothing. And it's silly, but she likes cleaning his kitchen. It's just something nice that she can do for him.
She's humming one of his songs and wringing out a rag when he returns. At first she thinks he's changed his mind about how to lift their mood at the moment...but she quickly dismisses that idea. The rag is set aside as he turns, and Nadine's brows shoot up in surprise.]
Yeah, they are.
[It's fitting. Nadine approaches, following the line of feathers with her eyes. And they're still in his hair. They're part of his hair. Of course. Like the clumps of moss and small flowers and leaves growing around and on her horns.]
[It's rather nice of everyone to dance around the fact, but maybe he really needed to come to terms with this several weeks ago. But it does, at least, explain why he's been very itchy -- and why he keeps waking up with Mog's beak buried in his head in the mornings.
He realizes now Mog has been trying to preen him.
Gods.]
All right. [He puts on his shirt, smoothing out the sleeves, buttoning his little ivory buttons up. Feathers aren't the worst thing he had. He had a tail. Jaskier personally thinks having a tail would be awful (no offense to tail-havers).
The idea, the term souvenir, it makes him laugh.] And here I thought you were just decorating a little. Well... I suppose I can lean into it. I have been the phoenix for quite a while. [He reaches for one of her horns to touch a flower. A real one, yes, but... he'd thought it was mere accessory.] I like to imagine they fit me as well as yours, love.
I don't have the time or patience to do something like this myself.
[Nadine's idea of decoration is a nice hair comb or a flower tucked into her messy bun. Something that takes her all of two minutes to do. Anything more elaborate...usually Jaskier does it for her.]
And they do suit you. Think of what you can do with them...use magic to make them glittery, or change colors...
[It's perfect for his phoenix theme, really. The ones in his hair give it more volume and thickness. They give him something of a fairy tale air. She's sure there's some folk tale about a phoenix prince somewhere out there.]
[All right, she's got a point. Mostly because he insists he helps her decorate herself when the time calls for it (and oftentimes when it doesn't). Because he enjoys it. And he knows she does as well.
Ah. The imagination on her.]
You're right... that could be fun.
[It's not a sort of magic he's allowed himself delve into, but a phoenix is ever-changing... changing when it is reborn.
And he admits, waking up after that dream felt like a rebirth, in some ways. (Oh, gods. That sounds so terrible.)]
That soft? [He smiles as he takes her hands, ready to lead her about anywhere else.] How soft do you think they'll be against bare skin?
I bet you could think of all kinds of cool things to do, aesthetically.
[He is a born performer, and he certainly knows fashion. If anyone can style and decorate feathers, it's Jaskier.
She chuckles a bit at that, rich and warm, slipping her hands into his and taking a step closer. The intention had been to lift his mood, and there are a lot more ways to do that than going for a walk.
And she is curious.]
Mmmm, we could always skip the window shopping and go find out...
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[Nadine shoos him off gently, perfectly happy to keep herself busy with cleaning while he washes up and changes. It's soothing. And it's silly, but she likes cleaning his kitchen. It's just something nice that she can do for him.
She's humming one of his songs and wringing out a rag when he returns. At first she thinks he's changed his mind about how to lift their mood at the moment...but she quickly dismisses that idea. The rag is set aside as he turns, and Nadine's brows shoot up in surprise.]
Yeah, they are.
[It's fitting. Nadine approaches, following the line of feathers with her eyes. And they're still in his hair. They're part of his hair. Of course. Like the clumps of moss and small flowers and leaves growing around and on her horns.]
I guess that's your souvenir.
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He realizes now Mog has been trying to preen him.
Gods.]
All right. [He puts on his shirt, smoothing out the sleeves, buttoning his little ivory buttons up. Feathers aren't the worst thing he had. He had a tail. Jaskier personally thinks having a tail would be awful (no offense to tail-havers).
The idea, the term souvenir, it makes him laugh.] And here I thought you were just decorating a little. Well... I suppose I can lean into it. I have been the phoenix for quite a while. [He reaches for one of her horns to touch a flower. A real one, yes, but... he'd thought it was mere accessory.] I like to imagine they fit me as well as yours, love.
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[Nadine's idea of decoration is a nice hair comb or a flower tucked into her messy bun. Something that takes her all of two minutes to do. Anything more elaborate...usually Jaskier does it for her.]
And they do suit you. Think of what you can do with them...use magic to make them glittery, or change colors...
[It's perfect for his phoenix theme, really. The ones in his hair give it more volume and thickness. They give him something of a fairy tale air. She's sure there's some folk tale about a phoenix prince somewhere out there.]
They're also very, very soft.
🎀ish?
Ah. The imagination on her.]
You're right... that could be fun.
[It's not a sort of magic he's allowed himself delve into, but a phoenix is ever-changing... changing when it is reborn.
And he admits, waking up after that dream felt like a rebirth, in some ways. (Oh, gods. That sounds so terrible.)]
That soft? [He smiles as he takes her hands, ready to lead her about anywhere else.] How soft do you think they'll be against bare skin?
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[He is a born performer, and he certainly knows fashion. If anyone can style and decorate feathers, it's Jaskier.
She chuckles a bit at that, rich and warm, slipping her hands into his and taking a step closer. The intention had been to lift his mood, and there are a lot more ways to do that than going for a walk.
And she is curious.]
Mmmm, we could always skip the window shopping and go find out...