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[treblemaking]

Fucking out of wedlock? We're pretty much demons!

...oh, dear. I thought they were more supportive. Drunk, seriously?

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And yet I know plenty of perfectly decent people who do it.

My parents support is more… tacit. Adjacent. Not active. Knowing they can’t forbid me from doing it. Not thinking I’m really going anywhere with my career. But still willing to watch my kids if I have a gig.

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...you know I'm joking about society's expectations, right? About how we're being very, very naughty?

Fuck. I'm so sorry, darling. You deserve so much more. I'm even more grateful now that Susie found you. I should send her a thank you card.

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Yes… but I also don’t think I’m necessarily being a bad Jew by sleeping with you.

It could be worse. Even if they’re not really supportive, they also haven’t really tried to stop me. I think they’re hoping that this is a phase I’m going to grow out of, like a teenager.

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Jaskier has a suspicion that the temple people wouldn't agree with that, but he lets the matter go. Not in the mood to argue over religion. He thought just a few jokes would be fine, but it seems he'll have to avoid the subject altogether.

That's very true - the fact that they aren't interfering is quite the blessing. I wonder how long they'll keep up the denial. Some day you'll invite them to your hard-earned mansion and they'll pretend they're at the opera.

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Midge isn’t the most pious Jew, it’s true. But she equates ‘sinning’ with ‘bad’. She has sex with men (one man, currently). She makes off color jokes. She’s not perfect by any means. But she doesn’t think that she’s ‘bad’, and doesn’t like feeling truly bad. Naughty, perhaps, but not bad. She’s a good girl, Jaskier.

And tone is sometimes lost over text.

I’m sure they’ll be much more supportive when I’m making a lot of money. If.

I’ve missed you.

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Definitely not if. Absolutely when.

The next text takes him by surprise, and he can't deny the way it makes him feel all nice and fuzzy inside. There's something to have someone in the middle of the night telling you that they miss you.

I've missed you too. You've spoiled me with good conversation. How am I supposed to argue with small-brained clients now?

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Tell jokes about them that go over their heads.

I’ve missed our conversations and your company, but I’ve missed your penis as well.

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Using big words already leaves them drooling.

And to think Yennefer was worried about what *I* was going to try earlier. Next time, I shall warn her about you.

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I’m a perfect lady. Doesn’t mean I can’t still miss your cock.

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Is everything alright? You're rather defensive about my teasing tonight.

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[ OOC: just decided to do this, let me know if it doesn’t work. ]

Midge sighs deeply. She was hoping that she wouldn’t have to talk about this, but apparently she can’t even hide her emotions over text.

Joel and I got into an argument.

He came to drop off the kids this afternoon and my parents asked in front of him who I had made soup for. I don’t think they meant to ask in front of him, but of course it set off his radar. I told them about you, briefly. Nothing my parents didn’t already know, that you’re a friend of mine that I met recently and that you were sick. My parents are a little less insistent on prying into my social life. Joel still sometimes thinks he’s owed the explanation that a husband would be, which is ironic when you think about it.

He spoke with me in the hall and wanted to know more about you. I gave him a few details that he… wasn’t impressed with. He asked if we were dating and I denied it, because, technically, we aren’t. Joel knows when I’m lying. He knew we were fucking and I denied it because I didn’t want to argue with him, but it turned into an argument anyway.

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Well.

Fuck.

The urge to send Geralt after Joel is really, really strong right now. Jaskier takes a moment to frustratedly scream into his pillow before replying.

I'm still recovering so I can't do much. But if you want to come over and cuddle, my arms are open to comfort you.

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I know. It’s okay. You need to rest and regain your strength.

I’m not ashamed of you, nor am I hiding you from them, but… they wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t approve of the nature of our relationship. Joel could hardly believe that I was sleeping with someone else. He’s blaming it on the people I’m meeting in the clubs, since I told him that you’re a musician.

Didn’t mention that we met in jail.

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That doesn't mean I can't cuddle.

Darling, it's alright. I wasn't expecting you to tell them anything, nor did I ever think you're ashamed of me. Clubs have changed you. Your career has changed you. And that's perfectly fine - natural, expected. Not something to weaponize.

Joel is an absolute arse who needs a good punch in the face. You don't owe him any explanations, Midge. I would've understood if I was around the kids, but I'm not. So next time? Just tell him to mind his own business.

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It’s after 3AM, Jaskier.

I told him as much, which is what caused him to end the argument and leave.

He regrets cheating on me and I think he thinks we’re going to get back together someday, but we aren’t. I’m never taking him back.

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Feelings and friendship don't come in schedules.

So when you called him out, he left? How classy of him. Fucking coward. He could, at the very least, apologize.

Good. You shouldn't. His attitude proves he hasn't gotten any better. You deserve better, darling.

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Midge wipes the tears out of her eyes. Being cuddled sounds wonderful right about now but she’s not sure how they would manage it.

How would I get there?

He doesn’t think he’s wrong so he won’t apologize. Not yet anyway.

I know I do.

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Just a moment. A few minutes later, she gets a new text. Go down the ladder outside your window.

Meaning the fire escape. When Midge goes down, she'll find an open portal waiting. Crossing it will probably make her a bit dizzy, but hey, it takes her right to Jaskier's room. He's still tucked in bed and Yennefer is sitting on the edge, wearing a robe.

"Get me a hair of his and I'll curse him in the morning," she tells Midge as a wave of her hand makes the portal disappear. After reminding Jaskier of the rules, she leaves the room.

Jaskier just lifts his blankets and sheets, inviting Midge to get in.

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Midge has the wherewithal to put on her robe and slippers before going outside. She finds the strange glowing circle, a window into Jaskier’s bedroom. It’s a weird sensation to step through.

“Boy, you can’t beat travel time like that,” Midge says, sniffing and trying to hold back her tears. She nods at Yennefer, not sure if she really wants to curse Joel.

After the witch leaves, Midge crawls into bed next to Jaskier and lets her tears go, sobbing against his shoulder.

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"True. But I still want to try out flying."

As soon as she crawls into bed, Jaskier covers them both with the blankets and wraps his arms around her, bringing her as close as possible. He kisses the top of her head and rubs her back as he rocks her, very lowly humming a random tune while letting her cry her heart out. Not a word for now, he thinks she needs to let it all out first.

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She cries for a while before thinking to ask: “Are you still contagious?”

It doesn’t even matter at this point. Jaskier’s arms feel too perfect around her and the bed is warm. She doesn’t plan on leaving.

maybe the one that gets the cold is Joel lol

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He can't help but chuckle. "Does it matter?"

Earlier, he'd been worried about her kids. Now, though? Now he just wants her to get better and fuck everything else. Besides, it's become a normal cold. The main danger is gone. Getting a normal cold won't kill the children.

Jaskier cups her cheek and kisses her forehead. "You can cry as long as you want. Stay as long as you want. You're safe here."

yessss

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“No,” Midge replies, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

She moves back slightly and lets out a deep sigh before wiping her eyes.

“He seemed so… judgmental. I know I shouldn’t care what he thinks, but he’s still the father of my children.”

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"Of course you care," he says in his softest voice, still rubbing her back. "He was the love of your life, the one you chose to marry. That won't go away overnight. Your heart aches for whom it used to crave." Another kiss for the top of her head. "You mentioned that first, he wasn't impressed by the details - I don't know exactly what you told him, but if it was about life in clubs and the stage, then I imagine that hurts as well. Because he may've been attacking me, but he was indirectly attacking you, too, since we share that lifestyle."

His voice loses its softness with each word, getting angrier by the second. Jaskier takes a moment to take a deep breath and calm down - she needs comfort, not bitching.

"He's just a bitter arse, angry at himself for losing something wonderful, but taking it out on you. Of course it hurts to be attacked for his mistake. Remember that, Miriam: his mistake. Not yours. You haven't done anything wrong."