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"So you saw a cold night, but you still let your mind find the warm spot - you don't see it, but you feel it." Grinning from ear to ear, he puts an arm around her waist and kisses her cheek. "You let the piece fill your imagination and interpret what is beyond your eyes. I'm so proud of you."
"If you're going to make out, you have to warn me so I can go into a different room," Ciri teases.
"If you're going to make out, you have to warn me so I can go into a different room," Ciri teases.
“For that?” Midge asks. “You’re easy to please.” She kisses him lightly on the lips. “But then I already know that.”
She glances over her shoulder at Ciri. “Sorry. This is us behaving ourselves.”
Truly.
She glances over her shoulder at Ciri. “Sorry. This is us behaving ourselves.”
Truly.
Jaskier laughs, but Ciri pulls a face. "I know. Geralt has told me the stories."
"Oi! Your father has no right to complain about walking in on me - he's the one with the enhanced senses, yet I walk in on him so many fucking times--" He shakes his head. "Yennefer has this stuffed unicorn..."
"Lalala, I can't hear you!" Ciri exclaims as she covers her ears and walks to the next exhibition.
A grinning Jaskier kisses Midge's cheek again. "Let's ditch her and find a closet."
He's kidding.Maybe.
"Oi! Your father has no right to complain about walking in on me - he's the one with the enhanced senses, yet I walk in on him so many fucking times--" He shakes his head. "Yennefer has this stuffed unicorn..."
"Lalala, I can't hear you!" Ciri exclaims as she covers her ears and walks to the next exhibition.
A grinning Jaskier kisses Midge's cheek again. "Let's ditch her and find a closet."
He's kidding.
Thankfully, Geralt has never walked in on the two of them, though with this being her first night in their house, there’s always a possibility. He probably knows better than to walk into Jaskier’s bedroom tonight.
Midge smiles at Jaskier and Ciri’s banter. She puts an arm around Jaskier’s waist and rests her head on his shoulder as they walk.
“Did you want to think about your parents having sex?” She asks pointedly.
Knowing Jaskier’s history with his family, that’s probably a loaded question.
Midge smiles at Jaskier and Ciri’s banter. She puts an arm around Jaskier’s waist and rests her head on his shoulder as they walk.
“Did you want to think about your parents having sex?” She asks pointedly.
Knowing Jaskier’s history with his family, that’s probably a loaded question.
"Depends on how you define 'my parents'," he explains with a wrinkled nose. "I've seen them fuck. Just not each other." Meaning, he saw them fuck the servants.
Jaskier keeps an arm around Midge as they follow Ciri to the Surrealism section. The poor girl looks really confused by the paintings here, but Jaskier is delighted - and greatly amused.
"Now see, this I recognize - it's what happens after a night of mushrooms."
He jokes, but it's clear that he likes them - once again, he lets go of Midge to take notes in his notebook in front of every painting.
"The artist evokes his tormented psyche / Through gestural abstraction / a systematic colorfield emerges / The blurring of dreamworld and reality."
Jaskier keeps an arm around Midge as they follow Ciri to the Surrealism section. The poor girl looks really confused by the paintings here, but Jaskier is delighted - and greatly amused.
"Now see, this I recognize - it's what happens after a night of mushrooms."
He jokes, but it's clear that he likes them - once again, he lets go of Midge to take notes in his notebook in front of every painting.
"The artist evokes his tormented psyche / Through gestural abstraction / a systematic colorfield emerges / The blurring of dreamworld and reality."
Midge also wrinkles her nose. “That’s… worse.” Terrible childhood confirmed.
She gives a laugh when Jaskier says that this is what he sees while on mushrooms. She’s never partaken, so she’ll take his word for it.
They stop in front of this. “Are those some kind of eggs? Hard to tell. I still think this requires more talent than what passes for art these days.”
She gives a laugh when Jaskier says that this is what he sees while on mushrooms. She’s never partaken, so she’ll take his word for it.
They stop in front of this. “Are those some kind of eggs? Hard to tell. I still think this requires more talent than what passes for art these days.”
"I don't get it," Cirilla admits with a tilted head.
Jaskier, on the other hand, is in thrall. He keeps his eyes on the painting, but he still raises a finger and shakes it in Midge's direction. "Don't you dare compare this to the stains," he says with obvious disapproval.
"They're rocks. And look at the people in the back - this man is in despair yet still clinging to that other person, and the lion comes out of his chest - his feelings, mayhaps? Yes, yes. The rocks are all his struggles." He searches for the name of the painting and laughs. "The Accommodations of Desire? Ha! Someone was definitely struggling with some complex emotions."
Jaskier, on the other hand, is in thrall. He keeps his eyes on the painting, but he still raises a finger and shakes it in Midge's direction. "Don't you dare compare this to the stains," he says with obvious disapproval.
"They're rocks. And look at the people in the back - this man is in despair yet still clinging to that other person, and the lion comes out of his chest - his feelings, mayhaps? Yes, yes. The rocks are all his struggles." He searches for the name of the painting and laughs. "The Accommodations of Desire? Ha! Someone was definitely struggling with some complex emotions."
Jaskier is living for this painting and Midge loves it. She gives Ciri a look and motions for the girl to walk with her so that Jaskier can look at it all he wants.
“I like surrealism, but I don’t always understand it either,” Midge says as the walk slowly through the gallery. “Do you have a favorite thing that you saw today?”
“I like surrealism, but I don’t always understand it either,” Midge says as the walk slowly through the gallery. “Do you have a favorite thing that you saw today?”
"Mmmh," Ciri says as she thinks about her answer, the sound very Geralt-like. "The ones you called 'our era'. They reminded me of home."
Of the paintings that decorated the castle, to be more specific.
When Jaskier realizes he was left alone, he runs after them. "Oi, oi! This is abandonment!"
Of the paintings that decorated the castle, to be more specific.
When Jaskier realizes he was left alone, he runs after them. "Oi, oi! This is abandonment!"
That is a very Geralt-like sound. “Yeah? Did the clothing seem familiar? From what I’ve seen of Jaskier’s outfits, it seemed spot on.” Ciri dresses more like a modern girl, probably because she’s young and more malleable when it comes to fashion taste. You reach a certain age where your style is your style and you don’t want to change it anymore.
“Quick!” Midge tells Ciri in a stage whisper and picks up her pace. “I think he’s spotted us!”
“Quick!” Midge tells Ciri in a stage whisper and picks up her pace. “I think he’s spotted us!”
"I mean, yeah. But they're also like the paintings at home. The--" She frowns as she tries to remember the word. "--surreal? stuff. It was very strange."
Midge's prank makes Cirilla laugh and she picks up her pace, too. Jaskier doesn't take it well, he keeps complaining about it as he hurries up, too. Years of escaping from monsters and following Geralt mean he's in good shape when it comes to running, and soon he's catching up to them. Cirilla is a trained warrior and easily dodges him, so Jaskier decides to concentrate on Midge by wrapping his arms around her from behind.
There's a slight miscalculation, though: the museum floors are kinda slippery, he's not used to running on these fancy floor tiles. Which means he ends up falling and bringing Midge down with him. Oops?
Midge's prank makes Cirilla laugh and she picks up her pace, too. Jaskier doesn't take it well, he keeps complaining about it as he hurries up, too. Years of escaping from monsters and following Geralt mean he's in good shape when it comes to running, and soon he's catching up to them. Cirilla is a trained warrior and easily dodges him, so Jaskier decides to concentrate on Midge by wrapping his arms around her from behind.
There's a slight miscalculation, though: the museum floors are kinda slippery, he's not used to running on these fancy floor tiles. Which means he ends up falling and bringing Midge down with him. Oops?
Lots of portraits of nobles where she comes from. That tracks. “They’re thought-provoking, at least. Some people think that’s what art is supposed to be. Art means different things to different people.”
Midge giggles as Jaskier runs after them, trying not to be too loud in the quiet museum. Patrons are already starting to look at them. She can’t help but squeal when he grabs her, then cry out when they fall down.
“Stop!” She laughs. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”
Sure enough, a security guard is already approaching them.
Midge giggles as Jaskier runs after them, trying not to be too loud in the quiet museum. Patrons are already starting to look at them. She can’t help but squeal when he grabs her, then cry out when they fall down.
“Stop!” She laughs. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”
Sure enough, a security guard is already approaching them.
Cirilla is laughing pretty hard, but Jaskier is pouting. "I'm getting us kicked out? You kidnapped my niece first!"
When they see the guard coming, Ciri rushes to help them up. Jaskier fixes his clothes and his hair before offering his most charming smile.
"Apologies, good sir, just a little accident. I promise you we shall be on our best behaviour." Noticing other patrons staring, Jaskier apologizes and bows for them too - although he throws a little wink as well, causing some women to blush and/or giggle.
When they see the guard coming, Ciri rushes to help them up. Jaskier fixes his clothes and his hair before offering his most charming smile.
"Apologies, good sir, just a little accident. I promise you we shall be on our best behaviour." Noticing other patrons staring, Jaskier apologizes and bows for them too - although he throws a little wink as well, causing some women to blush and/or giggle.
“It’s not kidnapping if she goes willingly.”
Midge gives the guard her most dazzling smile and the man grumbles and tells them to knock it off before leaving.
Jaskier can’t go anywhere without turning on the charm, can he? “Let’s go, Romeo,” Midge says, putting her hand on his arm.
Midge gives the guard her most dazzling smile and the man grumbles and tells them to knock it off before leaving.
Jaskier can’t go anywhere without turning on the charm, can he? “Let’s go, Romeo,” Midge says, putting her hand on his arm.
Jaskier gladly offers his arm for Midge as usual, but as they move to the next exhibition, he squints at her. "What did you call me?"
He turns to Ciri with a questioning look, but she shakes her head. She didn't get it either.
He turns to Ciri with a questioning look, but she shakes her head. She didn't get it either.
“Romeo.” Midge then realizes that he doesn’t understand the reference. “It’s the romantic hero in one of Shakespeare’s plays. Usually a nickname for flirtatious men who attract a lot of attention.”
Sound familiar?
Sound familiar?
Cirilla laughs at the description, but Jaskier just gasps.
"Oh! I keep hearing about Shakespeare. I read Hamlet; it was pretty good." He tilts his head at Midge. "What book is Romeo from? He sounds like a fine fellow; I shall make it my next read."
He'll be kinda disappointed that it's actually incredibly tragic.
"Oh! I keep hearing about Shakespeare. I read Hamlet; it was pretty good." He tilts his head at Midge. "What book is Romeo from? He sounds like a fine fellow; I shall make it my next read."
He'll be kinda disappointed that it's actually incredibly tragic.
“Romeo and Juliet,” she tells him. “Fair warning, it’s a tragedy.” Midge knows Jaskier well enough to warn him.
“I’m surprised you’re not reading Shakespeare in school,” Midge says to Ciri, “unless you’re not doing the readings, which, fair enough.”
Midge only read the assigned books that sounded interesting to her.
“I’m surprised you’re not reading Shakespeare in school,” Midge says to Ciri, “unless you’re not doing the readings, which, fair enough.”
Midge only read the assigned books that sounded interesting to her.
"Ah, if he's in the title, it'll be easy to remember. Thank you, dear." He thinks he can handle tragedies, and it's not completely untrue. But his brain has totally made a false idea of what it'll be like because of Midge's definition of a Romeo.
Jaskier opens his mouth and is about to complain about skipping the reading, but Ciri stops him just in time. "I am doing my reading! We've read 'A Tale of Two Cities' and 'Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland'. That one was weird. Kind of like the surreal paintings, but in words."
Jaskier opens his mouth and is about to complain about skipping the reading, but Ciri stops him just in time. "I am doing my reading! We've read 'A Tale of Two Cities' and 'Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland'. That one was weird. Kind of like the surreal paintings, but in words."
Sorry to disappoint, Jaskier.
Midge smiles at Ciri, wondering if she’s just trying to be good so that she doesn’t get scolded. She can always tell Midge the truth later.
“Is there anything else that we want to see here or are you two hungry?”
Midge smiles at Ciri, wondering if she’s just trying to be good so that she doesn’t get scolded. She can always tell Midge the truth later.
“Is there anything else that we want to see here or are you two hungry?”
To be fair, she's been doing her reading. Literature is good. History and Geography, though? Ciri hopes Midge won't ask about those.
At the question, Jaskier checks the map. "We've done all the exhibitions, have we not? I believe we can leave, yeah." However, he freezes when he sees something else on the map. "A gift shop? It's right by the exit."
When they get there, Jaskier gasps and gets excited, almost putting his nose against the display.
"They're mini versions of the paintings!" Meaning the prints. He points at a bunch of them and continues to look around while the clerk puts the prints in an envelope, quickly falling in love with everything because it's art-themed.
After picking two notebooks with beautiful covers, Jaskier finds the ties and laughs as he grabs the Starry Night one. "It turns out that all this time, I should've been looking for good fashion here." He turns to Midge and Ciri. "Do my favorite ladies want anything? My treat."
Ciri chooses a scarf and the cardinal brooch.
At the question, Jaskier checks the map. "We've done all the exhibitions, have we not? I believe we can leave, yeah." However, he freezes when he sees something else on the map. "A gift shop? It's right by the exit."
When they get there, Jaskier gasps and gets excited, almost putting his nose against the display.
"They're mini versions of the paintings!" Meaning the prints. He points at a bunch of them and continues to look around while the clerk puts the prints in an envelope, quickly falling in love with everything because it's art-themed.
After picking two notebooks with beautiful covers, Jaskier finds the ties and laughs as he grabs the Starry Night one. "It turns out that all this time, I should've been looking for good fashion here." He turns to Midge and Ciri. "Do my favorite ladies want anything? My treat."
Ciri chooses a scarf and the cardinal brooch.
A gift shop. How could Midge forget? Jaskier is like a kid in a candy shop here and Midge thinks it’s incredibly sweet.
She picks out a panther brooch because she’s sassy, and a silk neckerchief.
“Thank you, darling,” she says to Jaskier and gives him a kiss as he pays. She turns to Ciri. “Nice choices. You’ll have to let me borrow that cardinal.”
She picks out a panther brooch because she’s sassy, and a silk neckerchief.
“Thank you, darling,” she says to Jaskier and gives him a kiss as he pays. She turns to Ciri. “Nice choices. You’ll have to let me borrow that cardinal.”
On top of all his choices, Jaskier ends up adding a peacock brooch, because being subtle was never his thing.
While Jaskier pays, Ciri smiles at the compliment. "Thank you. Do you have more pretty jewelry? We could do an exchange," she says while putting the cardinal brooch on her dress. "Why the panther?" she asks with curiosity.
"Cirilla means swallow," Jaskier clarifies, which explains Ciri's choice. A cardinal isn't exactly the same, but hey, the bird theme is there.
While Jaskier pays, Ciri smiles at the compliment. "Thank you. Do you have more pretty jewelry? We could do an exchange," she says while putting the cardinal brooch on her dress. "Why the panther?" she asks with curiosity.
"Cirilla means swallow," Jaskier clarifies, which explains Ciri's choice. A cardinal isn't exactly the same, but hey, the bird theme is there.
“Sure,” Midge says, “you can come look at my stuff sometime. I chose the panther because it’s wild and sassy and underestimated at your peril. Like me.”
The explanation of Ciri’s name makes sense with her choice. Close enough.
“A peacock for you is obvious,” Midge tells Jaskier. “I debated getting that one, so I might borrow it. I guess you didn’t want to get a flower, Mr. Buttercup?”
She hasn’t forgotten that’s the meaning of his name.
The explanation of Ciri’s name makes sense with her choice. Close enough.
“A peacock for you is obvious,” Midge tells Jaskier. “I debated getting that one, so I might borrow it. I guess you didn’t want to get a flower, Mr. Buttercup?”
She hasn’t forgotten that’s the meaning of his name.
Both Ciri and Jaskier laugh at her description. "Not bad, but I see you more like a swan. Elegant, beautiful, and people don't expect her to bite, but she does. Fiercely." Once he has his bag, he puts his free arm around her and kisses her cheek. "We could've been three birds."
As they make their way outside, Jaskier chuckles at the nickname. "There were many flowers, and those brooches were pretty as well - but none of those flowers held the meaning that buttercups do."
Ciri is looking around at all the businesses that surround them. "Should we get dessert?"
As they make their way outside, Jaskier chuckles at the nickname. "There were many flowers, and those brooches were pretty as well - but none of those flowers held the meaning that buttercups do."
Ciri is looking around at all the businesses that surround them. "Should we get dessert?"
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