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Jaskier "old-timey fuckboy" Alfred Pankratz ([personal profile] cointosser) wrote2021-04-12 08:58 pm
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2021-12-29 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Back on their sphere. In his time. Before they'd ever met...? Hm.

When he doesn't share details, she doesn't ask, letting him change the subject and listening while she begins to heat up a bit of the milk. Best to keep the powder and sugar melting into it smoothly, she's found. Doing it little by little, stirring frequently. Jaskier should know by now, he's the one who bakes; Ciri can cook just fine for practicality's sake, enough to feed herself and them when needed (though Hector and Rinwell have been taking care of it recently), but Jaskier's rarely seen her tending something over the stove like this.

At least it means she's busy and doesn't have to look at him directly while she's still blushing. ]


The... what? [ She barks a laugh, glancing over her shoulder incredulously. ]

The conflagration? Are you going to set the heroine on fire?

[ This sounds like a prospect that greatly amuses her, at least. ]

Please, I'd love to hear it!
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2021-12-29 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ When will Jaskier learn that his outbursts are far more motivation to tease him than to stop? He's getting so worked up over it with such obviously overblown annoyance, Ciri can just imagine his expression without even looking at him most of the time. The way he places extra emphasis on his words and punctuates his complaints with a snapped-off bite, the bard's as prickly as the cactus he made a certain vampire. ]

I know what a metaphor is. And I do like that bit about the phoenix. Maybe put that in the title?

[ She seems to be ignoring the fact he's throwing a tantrum behind her, though. This part is fussy. She doesn't want the milk to boil. ]

Something about the sword that rose from the ashes... or some such. A title should be easy to remember. To get people shouting for it when you perform. Isn't that right?
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2021-12-30 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, don't be cross, Jaskier. I never said I didn't like it. [ Ciri's laugh is gentler this time, her tone soothing. Coaxing this ridiculous man out of his unnecessary dramatics like she's done this before. She still doesn't look over, concentrating on her stirring until the milk is the right color and consistency. ]

Isn't the metaphor that I am the sword? [ See. She knows what a metaphor is! Ciri licks the spoon, tentatively testing it-- Then pulls a face and adds more sugar. ]

I told you. I'm making something. [ Hmm. The next lick is better. Ciri waves him over. ]

Nadine showed me. It's called chocolate. This one is hot.

Hot chocolate.

I'm sure you've never tasted anything like it. Bring the mugs closer. I think it's ready.
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2021-12-30 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
It's made with milk. [ She brought a whole bottle of milk home, Jaskier. It was on the counter in plain sight. Still is, in fact. ]

Yes! I got lucky. Wasn't sure I'd find it here, but they had something similar. It did take quite a bit of asking around, but--

[ what. the fuck. ]

Jaskier?! It's been on the stove! I just turned the flame down!

There's a fire underneath the pot.

[ That's how cooking things works!! ]
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-01-03 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ciri stares at him a beat, then just... sighs. A very Geralt-like sigh, somehow.

She ignores him, and reaches for the mugs instead, ladling out some of the rich brown liquid into each and sliding one steaming cup back to Jaskier before turning off the flame, picking up her own mug, and bring it to the table so they can sit and enjoy it. ]


What do you think?
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-01-03 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ciri sits beside him, cradling her own mug between her palms, peeking at Jaskier sidelong through the wisps of her bangs to catch his expression when he takes the first proper sip. ]

You like it. [ She sounds relieved, shoulders loosening, smile bright in her eyes. It doesn't need to be a question. The reaction is enough. ]

Good. I'm glad.

--oh! I have a honey cake too. If you're hungry.

[ Because hot chocolate and cake are definitely dinner. ]
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-01-05 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ciri is enjoying her drink too, taking little sips of the rich beverage. Nadine had advised her to try adding cinnamon too, but she'd wanted to show him the flavor she'd first tried. But there's still half a pot left. Maybe in a bit, she can mix it in and warm it back up--

Jaskier's effusive praise makes her cheeks feel hot. Maybe she's overdone it.

Ciri ducks her head, covering her embarrassment with the mug held over half her face, presumably to breathe in the sweet steam rising from the hot chocolate. ]


Oh, shut up, Jaskier. You know you are.
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-01-06 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Quieting, Ciri buries her face in her cup too, taking small sips while it's still hot. She looks away, feeling-- it's stupid, but she feels a little nervous, almost. For what? There's no reason. Jaskier is enjoying her gift. They are enjoying each other's company, just as she'd hoped.

But she knows she hasn't... explained. And it's difficult to figure out how. ]


You... [ Ciri begins after a minute or so of silence, nudging her cup around for something to do with her hands while she searches for the words as if they might appear in her drink. She tries again. ]

You stayed. When I needed you. You gave me more than you give yourself credit for.

Of course you're worth it.

[ She doesn't mean this, precisely. Not only this. There's... so much more. ]

You deserve to hear it said.
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-01-12 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
I know.

[ Ciri lets him take her hand, giving his fingers a squeeze in return. ]

You're always someone I can trust. [ Here, and elsewhere. She says it without doubt or hesitation-- just a truth between them. But she looks into his eyes, keeping his hand in hers, leaning closer across the table with a faint wrinkle of worry between her brows. ]

You keep taking care of me. I wanted to give you something in return.

[ She's noticed. Lately, the way he's been, the faltering of his confidence, the hum of uncertainty and restlessness about him. The way he keeps saying that: that he's not useful, whatever the hell that means. That stupid song he'd been too clearly projecting something into, something that makes Ciri antsy and uncomfortable, worried for him. The Jaskier she knows is an overconfident fool, in the fondest, dearest of ways. Seeing him unsure of himself feels out of place, even if, at the same time, Ciri understands. With what had happened to Geralt, they're all a bit... off-kilter. ]

What's on your mind, Jaskier?
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-01-12 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ciri lets him go, giving his hand a pat before she returns to her own drink. There is a beat of silence, hanging uncertain in the air, a moment where they both seem to know there's more unsaid, a hesitation unaddressed.

But Jaskier pushes forth and stamps it out before the feeling can grow. Ciri tucks the rest of her thoughts away for later. She does not know how to tell him. She isn't sure what to say. She doesn't know how to explain the way his words had pricked at her with hidden thorns when he'd said that, days ago.

Not everyone is destined to be a hero. Or a villain.

Or both.

Ciri envies the little raven in his nest. Jaskier wouldn't understand. And then, the conversation moves on, and the moment becomes the past, and she finds herself nodding and smiling and going along with Jaskier's grand new plans. ]


Not a chance. [ She agrees. ]

That sounds like fun. [ And she means it. ]

You want another cup? Nadine suggested adding cinnamon. We can try it.

[ It is enough to be here, sitting quietly, enjoying something together. Something she made. Something he likes.

It is enough that his smile draws out her own. He's good at that. It's worth more than he thinks. ]
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-01-13 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
A surprise, hm? All right. I'll look forward to it. And I'll help drag Geralt along if he resists. It's been some time since the three of us have had a pleasant night out.

[ Neither of them mentions the Dimming, but Ciri is aware they both know. Something will be happening around the Singularity tomorrow night. Thorne and its magic. The Free Cities, Marlo's request for the summoned. Ciri is aware, and she wants to stay as far away from it as possible, even as the need to know keeps tugging uncomfortably at the back of her mind. (Yennefer will be there. It's a certain thing. She would not pass up the chance--)

Jaskier interrupts her spiraling thoughts with a kiss, and Ciri blinks, watching after him as he sweeps back into the kitchen. Her fingers touch her cheek. Her eyes follow his back, the muscles pulling taught across his shoulders. ]


What do you mean... 'gone erratic'?

[ She urges gently, when it seems he's decided to share what's on his mind, after all. Ciri won't hold the hesitation against him, focusing instead on what he says. And what he doesn't. ]

Did something happen?
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-01-15 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ She listens, following him with her eyes; her gaze flicks to the plants, thinking back on how they have looked in the past, how easily they grew, and how she's failed to notice them struggling recently. Or perhaps it's Jaskier she's failed to notice struggling, even if she could tell he seemed a bit off. They've both been, ever since Geralt--

But Geralt is fine now. (Mostly. Right?) And Jaskier is sleepless and melancholy, and keeps making comments about his own uselessness that are starting to get on her nerves.

Ciri reaches out to take the mug, lifting it to her face to inhale the steam now laced with the sharp warmth of the cinnamon. She takes a careful sip, just dipping her tongue against the liquid to check the temperature. ]


Jaskier...

[ Setting the cup back down, Ciri leans forward across the table on an elbow, meeting his gaze. Serious, but not unkind. ]

If you ask me, I think it's far more likely that your lack of rest and the burdens that you put upon yourself are more the culprit than your magic. I've told you before I am no sorceress, but I know a thing or two about the way chaos mixes poorly with unpleasant emotions.

[ Ciri reaches out across the table, resting her hand on Jaskier's arm (the scar beneath his sleeve). She gives his wrist a gentle squeeze. ]
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[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-01-18 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is Ciri who withdraws her hand.

She pulls back, fingers curling around her cup again, eyes falling to its contents. It feels like everything she says is the wrong fucking thing. Like she's just... messed this all up. What she'd wanted was to do something for Jaskier, to thank him for his kindness, and instead she's pushed him -- both of them -- into this uncomfortable place, and she doesn't know how to untwist it all.

Jaskier's joke doesn't land. It doesn't feel sincere, and she doesn't feel like laughing. ]


I'm sorry. I hope you're able to sleep better soon. The rest should help your magic.

[ He's right. The burdens that have been put upon him recently aren't his to bear. Maybe she's relied on him too much. Been callous, when she wasn't paying attention. She should have noticed sooner. ]

I can get some herbs for a calming tea when I'm at market tomorrow. I'll ask at the apothecary.

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