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abraxaslogs2022-01-17 02:29 pm
cointosser) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-01-17 02:29 pm
[ OPEN/SOME CLOSED ] if I had to do it over, I'd do it all again
Who: Jaskier, Ciri, Geralt, Yennefer, Alucard, and some open prompts
When: Mid-to-Late January
Where: Cadens and the Horizon
What: Jaskier wakes from a vivid, nasty dream to physical evidence that it was unfortunately very real. He spirals, but like, only a little bit. It mostly involves getting drunk and buying hats to cope.
Warnings: Mentions of bodily injury/torture, maybe PTSD, heavy drinking
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When: Mid-to-Late January
Where: Cadens and the Horizon
What: Jaskier wakes from a vivid, nasty dream to physical evidence that it was unfortunately very real. He spirals, but like, only a little bit. It mostly involves getting drunk and buying hats to cope.
Warnings: Mentions of bodily injury/torture, maybe PTSD, heavy drinking
[Will be throwing starters (including open ones) down below! You can hit me up at
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thankfully, now it's just a matter of barking out a laugh - at himself, more than anything. okay, yes, he can see where jaskier got that. plus, he doesn't want to ruin whatever mood he may or may not have finally gotten them into for jaskier to agree to all this. ]
No, oh my god. It's a- you know. Don't worry about it. [ sam's smile is still wide, still lingers, especially as jaskier moves over to bump sam's hip. in turn, he'll press his shoulder back against jaskier as well, leaning in close so that when he pitches his voice deeper, it's only for jaskier. ] My finger-fingered lutenist. [ it's incredibly flirty, and probably crossing whatever line that is supposed to be. away from flirty and into something else. but for right now? sam doesn't really mind it. whether it be the drink or the small moments of ease he can see sneaking through jaskier's expression or a hint, a memory, of dancing in a sunlight field.
whatever it is, sam is pulling back to get up off the bench, stepping out and away from it and with the hand he's still got in jaskier's, tugging him along with him. ]
Is that really what you want to be called?
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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.
the typo. i just. rip me
but as it happens now, jaskier gets to his feet, leaning into sam as he does so, and sam adjusts to hold him up. it's an easy movement for him to make, to adjust so that he's got a hand around jaskier's waist, holding him up against him to keep him standing, yes, but also perhaps just to keep him close. ]
No, it isn't really. [ sam starts walking them out the door, though it isn't with any actual speed or haste. he's enjoying this, for now. enjoying the easier way jaskier smiles, the easy flirtations they've always shared. sam doesn't worry about any of this when he's with jaskier usually, but even more so tonight. ] Stunning is too easy. Charming. Talented... [ sam's voice is thoughtful, though, as they make it out into the alley and start home. like he's really thinking of this. ] I feel like something along the lines of songbird would work, but I'm sure you have plenty of people already jumping on that. [ admirers, fans, the many people sam's noticed who rotate themselves around jaskier's magnetic personality.
yes, sam is probably going to do something ridiculous and silly like compliment jaskier all the way home, if it appears to have any effect. he's not afraid to do it, either. ]
look I didn't see anything
It's the one thing he misses the most. Even in Oxenfurt, before the mage, he still performed. He was in danger, but he never... he didn't spend his waking moments thinking about that danger, either.
He had purpose.]
Hold on. You can try stunning again. [He doesn't mind hearing it, even if he knows he's far from stunning right now. In looks or personality.] Yes, unfortunately you've been beaten to songbird. However, you do have a leg up on them. I've never given anyone else I know their own bird. It has its own personal touch now.
you're too kind to me
you can try stunning again has sam laughing once, light and easy, as he walks them out of the bar and down the alleyway. they're heading to sam's apartment, unless jaskier says something to the contrary. ]
Yeah, but I don't know if I'd want to share it. Red is more special than that. [ sam makes a show of thinking, with his arm still around jaskier's waist - head tilting back and forth. ]
What about toutterèl? [ sam's voice tilts down with the word, his tone sounding a bit like french, and a bit not. ]
;)
Sam is home. He made sure to establish that when they met in the Horizon. And, ah, thanks to Geralt, Sam's home doesn't exactly have bad memories attached to it. Even recent ones.
Is that Jaskier ducking his head a little, perhaps nearly bashful? Absolutely not. It's only -- it's very used to compliments on his music, his performances, and yes, he knows he deserves them. Even now. But magic is new to him, a talent he has worked on crafting out of literally nothing. To be told a creature he created -- that he created one at all! -- is special --
It would make any sane man's heart flutter.]
Oh. Say that again. That sounded beautiful. [He leans into Sam's shoulder.] What's the meaning of it?
blows a kiss
they're not far, thankfully. only a few more blocks. and the night air, while dry, is just warm enough to be comforting, rather than biting.
sam absolutely sees the way jaskier's head ducks at the compliment, absolutely can tell the near-bashfulness of the movement. it has sam grinning, which in turn becomes a bit sheepish as he feels jaskier lean into his shoulder. ]
I think something like turtle-dove. My nana used to say it, and I can guarantee no one 'round here is speaking Cajun. [ his voice is light, bouncing. almost like laughter and also not quite, but it is easy and it is playful, as he tucks a quick, light kiss to the side of jaskier's head. perhaps his temple, perhaps just the top of his hair. ] So no one else can steal it.
blushes
[That sort of answers about how familiar he is with the term. Turtledove, though. Yes, he likes that. Of course he's found his own affinity with birds now; how well-suited they became to him when his help was needed in Oxenfurt. (Did some part of him recall Abraxas there? Was that why he chose the sandpiper? Did he long to craft one of his birds again?)
He laughs quietly. He feels he's already being taken care of -- and perhaps this is how Sam's nana kissed him, too.] I love it. Then, please, let it stick.
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[ sam is not in the state of mind to give the entire history of Louisiana and the varying degrees of settlers who moved through there. especially not right now, a couple of drinks in and jaskier quite a few more.
and it's good, that jaskier feels taken care of. that's sort of the purpose of all this, at least for sam. and jaskier already seems to be better than he'd been in that tavern. ]
Then it's official. [ another grin, and another laugh, and sam's turning them onto his street. they'll make it to the inn easy enough, and then up to his room. sam directs them both easily enough with his hand on jaskier's waist. ] Toutterèl. You've even got my accent going.
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Turtledove.
It's far too soft. Silly, even, and he laughs.]
I did not realize you had such an accent. It is fascinatingly sexy. [Sam's doing such a good job that Jaskier is more than allowing him to hold up a bit of Jaskier's weight, directing him. He leans in and kisses the edge of Sam's jaw.]
Thank you. You needn't do all this, but... it helps.
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It doesn't come out often, but if I'm gonna get fascinatingly sexy, maybe it should.
[ it's not that difficult to maneuver them up the stairs and to sam's front door, but it's difficult enough that it has sam laughing again. making small comments. when they're finally there and at sam's front door, he loosens his hold on jaskier just enough to stand in front of him - eye to eye - and to let the smile hold as his hands settle on each sid of jaskier's neck.
it helps jaskier says, kissing the corner of sam's jaw. that's all he needs, isn't it? ]
Turns out I want to do all this. [ and then sam is leaning forward, pressing a kiss to jaskier's forehead before setting his own in the exact spot. looking straight ahead to hold jaskier's eyes. ] But I'm glad it's helping.
should we wrap this up soon, handwave a nice night together? c:
And drowning has been it. For days. (A week?)]
You have a strange penchant for wanting to do kind things, don't you? It's almost a bit suspicious.
[It isn't at all. In fact, he's rather sure Sam is one of the kindest people he's met. And perhaps, from Sam's sphere, that is normal. It happens. It does not happen to him, nor to anyone, from the Continent. Not often. Not without something given in exchange.
Jaskier smiles to himself, and it's goofy and curled from drink. He snorts.]
Yes, yes. You're embarrassing me. Now, help me in, or I'm liable to fall asleep at your doorway.
yes!!! they get to have a v nice night of jaskier spoiling. c:
he has an idea of where the night will lead - of cooking something easy, of spoiling jaskier in other ways, in testing to see if the affection and reminders of that might help. sam's going into this with the understanding very little of the details, but able to at least understand the shape.
he pulls away only enough to reach for the door, laughing just a bit at the prospect. ]
No no - no sleeping. The night's just begun.