“I don’t want you to stop going either,” Midge says. She’d hate to be the cause of Jaskier no longer going to a place that means so much to him. “I’ll come, if you want me to. If it’s uncomfortable… I’ll leave.” Maybe the other people won’t want her there because she’s heterosexual? That’s not really the vibe she got during the time that she visited though.
“Jaskier.” Midge waits until he looks at her in order to continue. “No matter what happens with my family, I love you. You make me happier than I’ve been in years.” Her fingers intertwine with his. “The things that make you different are the things that I love about you. I won’t let anyone make you feel bad for being the person that you are.”
"I do want you to come," he says as he raises both his head and his voice, wanting to prove he's serious about this. "That sounds like a good compromise. I'll text you the details, then?" He sounds a bit unsure still. It's definitely not about her being straight - it's the biphobia, and Jaskier being seen as 'giving up'.
Her words make him smile - they also remind him of why having an actual relationship can be so nice. This comfort, this connection, isn't available everywhere. "You're a sweetheart," he replies as he raises her hand to kiss it. "I love you, too, dear. And-- well, everything you just said, I also feel. I don't want you to ever feel bad about who you are, either. Is that spark of yours that I want texting me at 3 a.m."
“Sure,” she says with a nod. Midge doesn’t really understand what Jaskier’s worry is, so he will probably need to explain it to her at some point.
She never wants to make him regret his choice to be in a relationship with her, and hopes that she can be everything that he needs. “Oh, you’re fine with me waking you up at 3AM all the time? I adore you my sweet, handsome, talented, funny bard.” Midge punctuates each word with a kiss to his mouth. “Anyone who doesn’t like you just has bad taste.”
He laughs at the bad taste comment and captures her mouth in a proper kiss. It's a slow and soft one, wanting to simply bask in being with her and melt under her affection.
"Mmmh, we do know all about good taste. After all--" His hand descends on her thigh as he speaks, and he squeals when he touches the still fresh ink. He had forgotten about that. Jaskier stares down at his black hand and lets out a heartfelt- "Fuck."
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“Jaskier.” Midge waits until he looks at her in order to continue. “No matter what happens with my family, I love you. You make me happier than I’ve been in years.” Her fingers intertwine with his. “The things that make you different are the things that I love about you. I won’t let anyone make you feel bad for being the person that you are.”
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Her words make him smile - they also remind him of why having an actual relationship can be so nice. This comfort, this connection, isn't available everywhere. "You're a sweetheart," he replies as he raises her hand to kiss it. "I love you, too, dear. And-- well, everything you just said, I also feel. I don't want you to ever feel bad about who you are, either. Is that spark of yours that I want texting me at 3 a.m."
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She never wants to make him regret his choice to be in a relationship with her, and hopes that she can be everything that he needs. “Oh, you’re fine with me waking you up at 3AM all the time? I adore you my sweet, handsome, talented, funny bard.” Midge punctuates each word with a kiss to his mouth. “Anyone who doesn’t like you just has bad taste.”
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"Mmmh, we do know all about good taste. After all--" His hand descends on her thigh as he speaks, and he squeals when he touches the still fresh ink. He had forgotten about that. Jaskier stares down at his black hand and lets out a heartfelt- "Fuck."