[He smiles at Sam, the corners lifting a bit easier now that drink flows thickly through him. He remembers that. He has yet to find the sort of song it can fit into nicely.
Feather-fingered sounds good coming from Sam. He doesn't point out Jaskier was lovable lutenist in the song. Obviously, it's not about him. It is a work of fiction, only resembling persons living or dead purely by coincidence.
Jaskier glances at their hands as he gets to his feet, leaning into Sam so he doesn't fall over from the rush of blood to his head. He can't say how long he's been nursing a drink, and the adrenaline from performing had worn off quite a while ago. He only manages to grab the strap of his lute case, swinging it onto a shoulder. Truthfully, he doesn't much want to look at the thing.]
No. Not really. If I came up with it, the name isn't as fun.
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[He smiles at Sam, the corners lifting a bit easier now that drink flows thickly through him. He remembers that. He has yet to find the sort of song it can fit into nicely.
Feather-fingered sounds good coming from Sam. He doesn't point out Jaskier was lovable lutenist in the song. Obviously, it's not about him. It is a work of fiction, only resembling persons living or dead purely by coincidence.
Jaskier glances at their hands as he gets to his feet, leaning into Sam so he doesn't fall over from the rush of blood to his head. He can't say how long he's been nursing a drink, and the adrenaline from performing had worn off quite a while ago. He only manages to grab the strap of his lute case, swinging it onto a shoulder. Truthfully, he doesn't much want to look at the thing.]
No. Not really. If I came up with it, the name isn't as fun.