@LarksVoice โ indeed they will. you're the most phenomenal bard... besides myself, of course. โ
she licks her lips, which are coated in sugar.
โ i say, perhaps we should attend an event together sometime. some dinner, some wedding nearby. โ
@LarksVoice she passes him a bun, eagerly taking two more for herself.
โ are you, now ? had enough of regaling kings & lovely ladies across the continent ? โ
i am tired of loving
you. i am tired of grasping
grief like a root in the
stumbling dark. my
body is becoming a
catalogue of bite marks
& bruising.
@LarksVoice โ pastries too ! ooh, you shouldn't have. โ
she ushers him to the nearest chair, & busies herself with pouring him a cup of wine, which she hands to him gracefully.
โ now, do share your story first. would you like one of the sugared buns ? โ
@LarksVoice โ oooh, i've been at home with my music & books. i just finished my tour of the north, & will happily enjoy my time of rest. โ
she beckons him indoors enthusiastically.
โ come, come. i'll pour you some wine, & we can talk freely. โ
@LarksVoice she opens the door for him, bright blue eyes shining with happiness, & pulls him into a tight hug.
โ ah, jaskier ! welcome, welcome in ! โ
Have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you fed it, sharpened so keen and bright that it might split you open, break a new thing out?
Amal el-Mohtar & Max Gladstone, This is How You Lose the Time War
He laughs at that, rolling his eyes.
โYouโre the funniest bard on the continent,โ Jaskier jests, giving her a fond glance.
โUh. . . Occupied with certain issues.โ
She could not resist sometimes yielding to the charm of a woman, not a girl, of a woman confessing, as to her they often did, some scrape, some folly.
Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway