[ Here he comes, taking the bait. Hook, line and sinker. It's even easier than she expected.
Ciri scoots enough to let him join her on the sofa, accepting the guidance of his hands on hers adjusting the angle of the instrument, the pegs that need to be turned. She knows how, of course, but Jaskier can hear when everything sounds just right more easily than she can. And he enjoys it more, if only he can let himself remember and focus on that, just for a little bit.
It isn't fair that he chastises her when they've been gone for weeks (and the time after, she hadn't been exactly focused either, much like a certain someone sitting next to her). But Ciri won't pull his attention back to that again. She loves him enough to let him gripe at her and not even roll her eyes. ]
It's the desert. It gets dusty here. [ That's all she says.
Her fingertips skim the strings. She plucks them one by one, watching his face for approval with each note. ]
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Ciri scoots enough to let him join her on the sofa, accepting the guidance of his hands on hers adjusting the angle of the instrument, the pegs that need to be turned. She knows how, of course, but Jaskier can hear when everything sounds just right more easily than she can. And he enjoys it more, if only he can let himself remember and focus on that, just for a little bit.
It isn't fair that he chastises her when they've been gone for weeks (and the time after, she hadn't been exactly focused either, much like a certain someone sitting next to her). But Ciri won't pull his attention back to that again. She loves him enough to let him gripe at her and not even roll her eyes. ]
It's the desert. It gets dusty here. [ That's all she says.
Her fingertips skim the strings. She plucks them one by one, watching his face for approval with each note. ]