[Something like that certainly sets a precedence. He sits up a little, joining his hands together in front of him, nestled in his lap. He's not nervous, really -- he hardly ever feels that way with Nadine -- but. Intrigued? He has a guess this might be something from her sphere. Something new to him.
And so it is. Though he flutters over the word commitment, there is this unspoken, fully unspoken, sort of agreement between them. They are committed without specific words, or ceremony, or rings. Jaskier brings her flowers, and she gives him teas and new strains of her herbs. It's a comforting push-and-pull to him.
He knows, the way she phrases it, she does not intend to change such a thing, nor push for otherwise.
What she proposes, however, is not something he's ever even considered. Surprise raises his brows, clenches his fingers. His first thought is the branded initials on Nadine's thigh; a marking that has long been one he hardly notices. But he remembers their first time. Tracing the raised skin, and wanting to ask -- but refraining.
If you had asked him, he would have assumed she would be against another man permanently marking her skin, if only because how the... first... went. A hand comes over his heart.] I admit, you've taken me by surprise. [He knows of tattoos, specifically in this sphere, now. No longer something stabbed into one with a stick and ink, these are magical in nature, and truly an art. He's traced the markings both on Geralt and Nadine's bodies with appreciation, though he never received his own.] No, I hardly think it's strange. I... I honestly, I would be honored. The very idea you would put some memory of me on your body, permanently -- Nadine, that is truly beautiful. [He offers a hand to take hers, to squeeze it.] I won't ask what it will be. I think I'd love to be surprised.
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And so it is. Though he flutters over the word commitment, there is this unspoken, fully unspoken, sort of agreement between them. They are committed without specific words, or ceremony, or rings. Jaskier brings her flowers, and she gives him teas and new strains of her herbs. It's a comforting push-and-pull to him.
He knows, the way she phrases it, she does not intend to change such a thing, nor push for otherwise.
What she proposes, however, is not something he's ever even considered. Surprise raises his brows, clenches his fingers. His first thought is the branded initials on Nadine's thigh; a marking that has long been one he hardly notices. But he remembers their first time. Tracing the raised skin, and wanting to ask -- but refraining.
If you had asked him, he would have assumed she would be against another man permanently marking her skin, if only because how the... first... went. A hand comes over his heart.] I admit, you've taken me by surprise. [He knows of tattoos, specifically in this sphere, now. No longer something stabbed into one with a stick and ink, these are magical in nature, and truly an art. He's traced the markings both on Geralt and Nadine's bodies with appreciation, though he never received his own.] No, I hardly think it's strange. I... I honestly, I would be honored. The very idea you would put some memory of me on your body, permanently -- Nadine, that is truly beautiful. [He offers a hand to take hers, to squeeze it.] I won't ask what it will be. I think I'd love to be surprised.