[Oh, Jaskier's far too used to Geralt hearing absolutely everything he does; that was an issue, perhaps, ten or fifteen years ago, when he still had some semblance of modesty around the Witcher (if he ever did). Now, he's only staring at his name appearing at the top of his song book, quill paused in the air, as the lamp Geralt bought him flickers next to him.
Ohh. Something about this feels so secretive already.
But the request itself elicits a laugh. He cannot help it; he suddenly feels like a much younger man, surrounded by much younger men. It's hardly the first time he's been sought after as some sort of Geralt expert. (Though, he supposes, he's quite the expert.)]
Dearest John, I cannot claim you've come to the wrong place. I know, just as well, what a boorish creature he is to buy gifts for. [No offense for his tastes, of course. Jaskier cannot say he has not fallen for the Witcher's very particular charms in his own way (in that he has none is a charm in of itself.)] My aid is ever, as always, at your disposal. I should think it depends on what you wish to say to him with your gift -- I imagine you mean something of a romantic gesture, in which case Geralt is immune to most of them, as he is a practical and endlessly hardheaded man. Gifts of flattery shall do nothing for him, so toss those from your mind. And he does like weaponry, but honestly, that's what everyone gets him. Is there something personal, specifically to the two of you? Something that may be both practical and nostalgic, to some memory you've shared?
[John smiles to himself as Jaskierโs reply comes through. He had known he could rely on Jaskier for not only an answer, but an opinionated one at that.
Johnโs smile widens as he settles in for their conversation and Jaskierโs advice. Practical and endlessly hardheaded man. Well. John might not put it in exactly such words, but there is a reason that he has come to Jaskier for advice, rather than come to an idea on his own. Normally he is better at this, but he does want to give Geralt a gift both meaningful and something that he would want. And therein lies the challenge.]
[Jaskier simply calls them as he sees them, as they say. (He's learning.)]
Well, save your praises until after the deed is done and we see whether I'm right or not. [He is, of course, right.
Please, don't be funny. Jaskier's been dealing with people unwittingly in love with the Witcher for -- too long. How old has Yennefer become since they met? Look at the Witcher now. Hated in his own lands, and now he's juggling two beaus on opposite ends of the world. It's almost admirable, if Jaskier wasn't, you know. Jaskier.]
Don't worry for it, for Geralt's skill in artistry of any kind is nonexistent -- though yes, I concede his carvings are delightful, but only because he puts no meaning in them. I certainly do not suggest poetry; he shall not appreciate it. He is well-read, and he does enjoy books... you know, whether you have skill in it or not, I am wondering if he should not appreciate a hand-written journal detailing some of those memories, from your own eyes. Especially because, I'm sure, you know of his time in that space, where he forgot who he was. I think Geralt appreciates perspective, though you wouldn't think it of him.
What do you think? A bit too "artsy," as they say?
[There is a pause as John considers the thought, although truth be told if they had been in the same room together Jaskier would have known how delighted John is by the idea from the start.]
[John has seen Geralt's letters with Yennefer, after all. Seen where Geralt keeps them, safe in their little box. He cannot allow himself to consider his own writings treasured in such a way, but perhaps... They will find their own place in Geralt's life. Just as he himself has done.]
It is daunting, but that makes it all the more meaningful, I think. I do not wish to impress that art needs suffering to be important, but I don't think it hurts.
Think nothing of it, my friend. You saved my life. This is only a drop in a bucket of what I owe thee in return.
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Ohh. Something about this feels so secretive already.
But the request itself elicits a laugh. He cannot help it; he suddenly feels like a much younger man, surrounded by much younger men. It's hardly the first time he's been sought after as some sort of Geralt expert. (Though, he supposes, he's quite the expert.)]
Dearest John, I cannot claim you've come to the wrong place. I know, just as well, what a boorish creature he is to buy gifts for. [No offense for his tastes, of course. Jaskier cannot say he has not fallen for the Witcher's very particular charms in his own way (in that he has none is a charm in of itself.)] My aid is ever, as always, at your disposal. I should think it depends on what you wish to say to him with your gift -- I imagine you mean something of a romantic gesture, in which case Geralt is immune to most of them, as he is a practical and endlessly hardheaded man. Gifts of flattery shall do nothing for him, so toss those from your mind. And he does like weaponry, but honestly, that's what everyone gets him. Is there something personal, specifically to the two of you? Something that may be both practical and nostalgic, to some memory you've shared?
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Johnโs smile widens as he settles in for their conversation and Jaskierโs advice. Practical and endlessly hardheaded man. Well. John might not put it in exactly such words, but there is a reason that he has come to Jaskier for advice, rather than come to an idea on his own. Normally he is better at this, but he does want to give Geralt a gift both meaningful and something that he would want. And therein lies the challenge.]
๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ ๐๐ธ๐พ, ๐๐ช๐ผ๐ด๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ช ๐ฝ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐พ๐ป๐ฎ.
๐๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ป๐พ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ถ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐น๐ธ๐ท, ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ ๐พ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ฒ๐ฝ, ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ช๐ผ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ผ๐ช๐. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ธ๐พ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ ๐ผ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฝ, ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ ๐ญ๐ธ ๐๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ช๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ. ๐๐ป ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ ๐๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ผ ๐ธ๐ฏโฆ ๐ถ๐ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ท.
[Sorry, Jaskier. He is trying not to make this weird. Weirder.]
๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ท ๐๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐พ๐ป๐ท๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ, ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ช ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ป๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ. ๐๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ, ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ โ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ช ๐ป๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐น๐ฎ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ซ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ธ๐ญ๐ผ. ๐ข๐ฒ๐ถ๐น๐ต๐ฎ, ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ช๐พ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ช๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต.
๐๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ช ๐น๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ท๐ธ ๐ผ๐ด๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ช๐ป๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ป๐ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐พ๐ป๐ท. ๐๐ต๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ธ๐พ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ญ๐ธ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐พ๐น๐น๐ธ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ช๐ต๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ ๐ช๐น๐น๐ป๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐น๐พ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฌ.
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Well, save your praises until after the deed is done and we see whether I'm right or not. [He is, of course, right.
Please, don't be funny. Jaskier's been dealing with people unwittingly in love with the Witcher for -- too long. How old has Yennefer become since they met? Look at the Witcher now. Hated in his own lands, and now he's juggling two beaus on opposite ends of the world. It's almost admirable, if Jaskier wasn't, you know. Jaskier.]
Don't worry for it, for Geralt's skill in artistry of any kind is nonexistent -- though yes, I concede his carvings are delightful, but only because he puts no meaning in them. I certainly do not suggest poetry; he shall not appreciate it. He is well-read, and he does enjoy books... you know, whether you have skill in it or not, I am wondering if he should not appreciate a hand-written journal detailing some of those memories, from your own eyes. Especially because, I'm sure, you know of his time in that space, where he forgot who he was. I think Geralt appreciates perspective, though you wouldn't think it of him.
What do you think? A bit too "artsy," as they say?
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๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐ผ ๐ผ๐ธ. ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐ผ ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ช๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ต๐ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ช๐ฐ๐ช๐ฒ๐ท, ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ช๐ถ ๐.
๐๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ถ ๐ถ๐ ๐น๐ป๐ช๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ป๐ป๐ช๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ช๐ต๐ต. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฝ, ๐๐ช๐ผ๐ด๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ด ๐๐ธ๐พ. ๐๐ป๐ช๐ท๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ช ๐ญ๐ช๐พ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ช๐ผ๐ด. ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ ๐ญ๐ธ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ด, ๐ช๐ผ ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฝ, ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ช๐น๐น๐ป๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ.
[John has seen Geralt's letters with Yennefer, after all. Seen where Geralt keeps them, safe in their little box. He cannot allow himself to consider his own writings treasured in such a way, but perhaps... They will find their own place in Geralt's life. Just as he himself has done.]
๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ ๐ถ๐๐ผ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฏ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฝ ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ช๐ฐ๐ช๐ฒ๐ท.
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Think nothing of it, my friend. You saved my life. This is only a drop in a bucket of what I owe thee in return.