[Yes, an ombre. If he can create a bloody cactus from nothing, what's stopping him from creating what he wants? Yennefer did not hold him down and -- er, forcibly help him with his magic for nothing. Fuck it. Perhaps he'll make blue roses. Green ones. Ombre.
He'll have to come back again. To enjoy it all the more.
The swallow reflects the new energy in Jaskier, hopping over the table and then chirping before she flutters up to his shoulder. As if encouraging him, she grabs a curl of hair near his ear and tugs it.
Jaskier pushes out of his seat, giving his companion a muted smile in thanks. The company, he thinks, he could use. (And perhaps Alucard will make sure no more wine comes into the equation.)] Then let us begin. Once it's nightfall, I'm afraid my work will be severely limited.
[And he feels like throwing himself into it now. Alucard, you're a fucking miracle worker.]
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[Yes, an ombre. If he can create a bloody cactus from nothing, what's stopping him from creating what he wants? Yennefer did not hold him down and -- er, forcibly help him with his magic for nothing. Fuck it. Perhaps he'll make blue roses. Green ones. Ombre.
He'll have to come back again. To enjoy it all the more.
The swallow reflects the new energy in Jaskier, hopping over the table and then chirping before she flutters up to his shoulder. As if encouraging him, she grabs a curl of hair near his ear and tugs it.
Jaskier pushes out of his seat, giving his companion a muted smile in thanks. The company, he thinks, he could use. (And perhaps Alucard will make sure no more wine comes into the equation.)] Then let us begin. Once it's nightfall, I'm afraid my work will be severely limited.
[And he feels like throwing himself into it now. Alucard, you're a fucking miracle worker.]