Ridiculous is exactly the sort of description that piques his poetic hard simply because that's the sort of tales that wonderful stories -- the most unforgettable ones -- are made of.
Estinien must have a blessed tongue, because it is so fucking rare for Jaskier to simply sit and listen. He knows a treasure trove when he sees one. Even if these adventures are of little truth, Himeka and Estinien combined could tell him so many stories. Stories of worlds that Jaskier has never touched, full of dragons and gods. Gods! The sort of thing any master storycrafter would kill to have, that sort of inspiration.
And Estinien speaks with a sort of conviction that almost convinces Jaskier himself. A storytale world where heroes are good, the villains are evil, and there is a beautiful, horrible battle between them.
Perhaps also there is some story of romance: and elf and a dragon. What a pair! And if it is not romance, surely it must be love. Loyalty itself can be love. (Romantic love is much more fun, if you ask him.)
"Experience tells me she prefers your company than none at all. It's good you're here together." In the lightest of terms. Himeka's asking after him had bordered near desperation (when she wasn't distracted by other things, understandably.)
To be honest, he thinks the same of himself. If Geralt were not here --
He would be alone. And loneliness was often the worst foe of all.
"Well, I'm convinced." He moves his lute to his back as he shifts to his knees, then stands. It's not what Estinien was particularly trying to do, but Jaskier can't help himself. He must insert himself into this story. "No matter what happens, I'll try to help you and Himeka... you know." Escape. "I fear you sell yourself short, and that you're both needed there. If you're a part of her story, you must remain in this chapter."
Oh, that sounded good.
"Hard to say whether what they tell us is truth or not. If it is, then so be it. But surely there is some way to satisfy both of these issues. This world, and all of ours."
Talk about being a fucking optimist. Being here is turning him soft-hearted.
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Estinien must have a blessed tongue, because it is so fucking rare for Jaskier to simply sit and listen. He knows a treasure trove when he sees one. Even if these adventures are of little truth, Himeka and Estinien combined could tell him so many stories. Stories of worlds that Jaskier has never touched, full of dragons and gods. Gods! The sort of thing any master storycrafter would kill to have, that sort of inspiration.
And Estinien speaks with a sort of conviction that almost convinces Jaskier himself. A storytale world where heroes are good, the villains are evil, and there is a beautiful, horrible battle between them.
Perhaps also there is some story of romance: and elf and a dragon. What a pair! And if it is not romance, surely it must be love. Loyalty itself can be love. (Romantic love is much more fun, if you ask him.)
"Experience tells me she prefers your company than none at all. It's good you're here together." In the lightest of terms. Himeka's asking after him had bordered near desperation (when she wasn't distracted by other things, understandably.)
To be honest, he thinks the same of himself. If Geralt were not here --
He would be alone. And loneliness was often the worst foe of all.
"Well, I'm convinced." He moves his lute to his back as he shifts to his knees, then stands. It's not what Estinien was particularly trying to do, but Jaskier can't help himself. He must insert himself into this story. "No matter what happens, I'll try to help you and Himeka... you know." Escape. "I fear you sell yourself short, and that you're both needed there. If you're a part of her story, you must remain in this chapter."
Oh, that sounded good.
"Hard to say whether what they tell us is truth or not. If it is, then so be it. But surely there is some way to satisfy both of these issues. This world, and all of ours."
Talk about being a fucking optimist. Being here is turning him soft-hearted.