Jaskier's small love for everyone he sleeps with is probably better described as an infatuation, but perhaps, at this point, it's irrelevant. If that's true, and that Jaskier thought that Claude would somehow be different once he knew him better and trusted him more, than no amount of infatuation would have saved the relationship. Even Geralt can understand that if the person you want doesn't exist yet, you're starting off wrong.
"Hm."
Exactly what he wants. It's true, Jaskier does always know exactly what he wants-- for a little while, anyway. Then, usually, what he wants changes, fickle as the wind. Who's to say that it won't change again? That he won't find someone who suits him better, who has more to offer him than honestly far too many horses? Though perhaps it doesn't matter; perhaps Geralt should take what he can get for as long as it's given to him.
And Claude still wants to know more about the damned journal. Geralt should've seen this coming, of course he would want to know more about the piece of this that he had a hand in, as any busybody would.
"He asked me why I didn't say anything sooner," he replies, the bitten-lemon expression intensifying. "I told him. He said a few other things that had no bearing. Then he threw the journal at me, and missed."
So, really, he should probably be glad that Jaskier has such a poor throwing arm and can miss a man sitting in a bed from across the room. Being a bard doesn't really require him to have much skill in it, at least, otherwise he'd make for a very poor bard. More importantly, though, this is the kind of bare-bones storytelling that frustrates Jaskier every time the witcher comes back from a hunt, and now Claude knows first-hand why he complained so much about it. Absolutely lacking in detail. Specific about nothing. One might almost think it deliberate, except that Geralt's just Like That.
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Date: 2021-08-05 09:22 pm (UTC)"Hm."
Exactly what he wants. It's true, Jaskier does always know exactly what he wants-- for a little while, anyway. Then, usually, what he wants changes, fickle as the wind. Who's to say that it won't change again? That he won't find someone who suits him better, who has more to offer him than honestly far too many horses? Though perhaps it doesn't matter; perhaps Geralt should take what he can get for as long as it's given to him.
And Claude still wants to know more about the damned journal. Geralt should've seen this coming, of course he would want to know more about the piece of this that he had a hand in, as any busybody would.
"He asked me why I didn't say anything sooner," he replies, the bitten-lemon expression intensifying. "I told him. He said a few other things that had no bearing. Then he threw the journal at me, and missed."
So, really, he should probably be glad that Jaskier has such a poor throwing arm and can miss a man sitting in a bed from across the room. Being a bard doesn't really require him to have much skill in it, at least, otherwise he'd make for a very poor bard. More importantly, though, this is the kind of bare-bones storytelling that frustrates Jaskier every time the witcher comes back from a hunt, and now Claude knows first-hand why he complained so much about it. Absolutely lacking in detail. Specific about nothing. One might almost think it deliberate, except that Geralt's just Like That.