I've visited many a court, sang for kings and queens alike. Seen dozens of women stuck in a life dictated by the rules of high society and what their words may do to their reputations, after their virginities were used by their lordy fathers as a bargaining chip to marry into an even bigger family. And when they become widows, they cry for their dead old bald heads but have nothing left to tell about themselves. I've seen what power does to art and creativity and freedom.
Power and religion, but he knows better than mentioning that one.
It would destroy me to see another beautiful soul been dragged to that hell.
I don’t think that whether or not I have a threesome with you and some other person is going to seal my fate on that one way or another.
That hasn’t been my life. I didn’t stay with my cheating husband. I’m trying to have a career. I appreciate that you’re concerned, but I’m taking steps to make sure that I don’t have any regrets when I’m older.
It's not about the threesomes, it's about trying out new things and learning who you really are. To express all the thoughts and feelings you may've bottled up for years, and not only on the stage.
I’m all for trying new things. What I’m doing with comedy… it’s mostly uncharted for a woman. What I’m doing with you is uncharted for me. But I can have boundaries too.
I’m glad you’re happy for me.
There’s a pause before the next message.
You care a lot about me and my happiness, and I appreciate that.
Of course you can, darling. Believe it or not, I have my boundaries too. I'm not trying to change your mind about threesomes, I promise. It's just the worries of a middle-aged bard.
Second time he's mentioned his age, not exactly a topic he likes. That's how much he wants to reassure her.
I do. You're a witty, funny, smart, gorgeous, and creative soul. It'd be a crime not to pray for your happiness.
Mmh. Don't you have more money than I do? Mayhaps I can be the kept toyboy.
Impossible to be as funny as you.
She has a type, he realizes, because everything she just said applies to Jaskier as well. Yet she didn't feel the spark with Joel - would it be the artist connection that he keeps mentioning?
Oh please, you aren't shy with the family money. Your comedy isn't paying for all those lovely dresses.
That's not what I asked. I simply want to make sure you aren't (unconsciously?) seeing me as some kind of replacement. It wouldn't bother me - I've been the rebound many a time. But I'd worry it wasn't healthy for you.
I'd better take a shower and pack for my little trip. Talk to you later?
The next day, Midge will wake up to find a box on her window. Isn't magic great? The cute red box with a pink bow has chocolates and the envelope on the bow says Midge in Jaskier's fancy penmanship.
Inside the envelope, she'll find a little piece of paper that says Yennefer in a different handwriting and her number under it. There are also three Polaroid pictures:
The first one is Jaskier taking a close-up selfie on his bedroom mirror. He's winking for the camera and wearing his robe, so some of his chest hair is visible.
The second one was clearly taken by someone else. Jaskier is sitting on a reading chair by the fire, legs crossed, looking at the glass of red wine in his hand. He's put on his blue suit and all the little accessories he wore for her gig, including eyeliner.
The third picture is wrapped in a piece of paper and has a note from Jaskier. This one may be a little too much. Feel free not to open it at all, or to burn it if I've crossed the line. No pressure. In this one, Jaskier is sitting naked in front of his bedroom mirror, arm resting on a raised knee. He's winking again, and the camera is covering his groin just to tease.
His little gift is a pleasant surprise to wake up to, and the naughty picture makes her gasp. It’s so like him though. Midge grabs her phone and sends him a message.
Oh, darling, getting to read you again is a ray of sunlight in a fucking storm. Sorry I didn't see this before; it's been a very long, muddy day. I'm glad you like it. Were the chocolates good? Did you open the third photograph?
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I've visited many a court, sang for kings and queens alike. Seen dozens of women stuck in a life dictated by the rules of high society and what their words may do to their reputations, after their virginities were used by their lordy fathers as a bargaining chip to marry into an even bigger family. And when they become widows, they cry for their dead old bald heads but have nothing left to tell about themselves. I've seen what power does to art and creativity and freedom.
Power and religion, but he knows better than mentioning that one.
It would destroy me to see another beautiful soul been dragged to that hell.
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That hasn’t been my life. I didn’t stay with my cheating husband. I’m trying to have a career. I appreciate that you’re concerned, but I’m taking steps to make sure that I don’t have any regrets when I’m older.
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Indeed you did, and I
(by Lance Remir)
Proud that you have moved on
Proud that you have taken a step
Admiring the progress you have made
Silently happy for you
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I’m glad you’re happy for me.
There’s a pause before the next message.
You care a lot about me and my happiness, and I appreciate that.
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Second time he's mentioned his age, not exactly a topic he likes. That's how much he wants to reassure her.
I do. You're a witty, funny, smart, gorgeous, and creative soul. It'd be a crime not to pray for your happiness.
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We’ve become so fond of each other so quickly.
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I make connections fast when I like something. You think that's a bad thing?
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Not necessarily. I think it means that you and I are well-suited.
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of crap that should've been "someone" not "something" but you got it lol
He has to tease before he thinks too much about the age thing.
Laughing at her slip.
It's alright, darling, I know what you mean. And I agree, we get along because we have a lot in common. No need to panic over the obvious.
LOL how dare he dehumanize her
Perhaps I should just accept it. I just haven’t ever formed a bond this quickly with someone else.
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Really? No love-at-first-sight story with Joel?
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Definitely not. I was interested, but it wasn’t an instant bond.
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Now, see. A sparkly woman like you needs spark in a relationship, too.
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I do, and we had one eventually, but he was more interested in me at first than I was in him.
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I hope you don't mind me asking - what made you fall for him, then?
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I think it was his confidence. He’s not afraid to go after what he wants, including me. Plus, he was sweet and smart and handsome and funny.
Not as funny as me.
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Impossible to be as funny as you.
She has a type, he realizes, because everything she just said applies to Jaskier as well. Yet she didn't feel the spark with Joel - would it be the artist connection that he keeps mentioning?
...I don't remind you of Joel, do I?
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You have some similar qualities, but in other ways you’re very different.
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That's not what I asked. I simply want to make sure you aren't (unconsciously?) seeing me as some kind of replacement. It wouldn't bother me - I've been the rebound many a time. But I'd worry it wasn't healthy for you.
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No. Not at all.
A part of me will always love Joel because we share children, but I don’t want to replace him or get back together with him.
Jaskier can’t really be a replacement if they’re not in a relationship, can he?
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I'd better take a shower and pack for my little trip. Talk to you later?
The next day, Midge will wake up to find a box on her window. Isn't magic great? The cute red box with a pink bow has chocolates and the envelope on the bow says Midge in Jaskier's fancy penmanship.
Inside the envelope, she'll find a little piece of paper that says Yennefer in a different handwriting and her number under it. There are also three Polaroid pictures:
The first one is Jaskier taking a close-up selfie on his bedroom mirror. He's winking for the camera and wearing his robe, so some of his chest hair is visible.
The second one was clearly taken by someone else. Jaskier is sitting on a reading chair by the fire, legs crossed, looking at the glass of red wine in his hand. He's put on his blue suit and all the little accessories he wore for her gig, including eyeliner.
The third picture is wrapped in a piece of paper and has a note from Jaskier. This one may be a little too much. Feel free not to open it at all, or to burn it if I've crossed the line. No pressure. In this one, Jaskier is sitting naked in front of his bedroom mirror, arm resting on a raised knee. He's winking again, and the camera is covering his groin just to tease.
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You work quickly. Thanks for the gift.
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Oh, darling, getting to read you again is a ray of sunlight in a fucking storm. Sorry I didn't see this before; it's been a very long, muddy day. I'm glad you like it. Were the chocolates good? Did you open the third photograph?
Kept falling asleep
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Midge you said no sex, don't get your panties wet over 'viscount' haha
listen, she’s allowed to be impressed!
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Sorry to disappear but I felt ill so I slept
oh no! don't apologize, I hope you get better soon!
I feel better, just exhaustion I think
makes sense. have a good rest!
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maybe the one that gets the cold is Joel lol
yessss
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lmk if the timeskip prompt doesn't work and I'll change it
all good!
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