I was not, but that doesn't mean it wasn't hard as fuck - so thank you, darling.
It flatters me that you see it that way. I like to think so, too, but I can't deny that my education and that initial gold gave me a hefty advantage. At the same time, however, it's a bit funny that the skill I used the most on the road was sewing, just to keep my witcher in one piece.
Oh yes. I'm a filthy bard kidnapping this sweet, witty lady to corrupt her.
Hedonistic lords, huh? You think I'm hedonistic because of the fortune I used to have? That's interesting. I've always seen it the opposite way - I got tired of all the rules and having to behave in public, of having to hide who I really was. Life is too short not to be enjoyed.
For you? Not necessarily. But I know that people who are extremely wealthy can be hedonistic. You’re saying you come by it naturally. What constitutes as ‘behaving’ in public is subjective.
Oh yes, very sinful. You won't be able to pray again because you'll burn.
True, such people do exist. I noticed that these "celebrities" in this world do engage in a lot of wild behaviour behind the scenes. As for what counts as "behaving"... you know what I meant! You can't repeat the things you say on stage in front of your mother's friends!
Yes, that’s true. I can barely repeat them in front of my mother. Her response to my comedy career is to pretend that it isn’t happening. Or be drunk while watching me.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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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.
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.
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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You’re a self-man man.
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It flatters me that you see it that way. I like to think so, too, but I can't deny that my education and that initial gold gave me a hefty advantage. At the same time, however, it's a bit funny that the skill I used the most on the road was sewing, just to keep my witcher in one piece.
Sorry to disappear but I felt ill so I slept
Could you have lead the lifestyle that you do and still have been the viscount?
oh no! don't apologize, I hope you get better soon!
Absolutely not. It'd be a political nightmare.
I feel better, just exhaustion I think
We’ve both been helped by some advantages from our families.
I’ve heard stories about hedonistic lords but I’m sure there are practical consequences to it.
makes sense. have a good rest!
Hedonistic lords, huh? You think I'm hedonistic because of the fortune I used to have? That's interesting. I've always seen it the opposite way - I got tired of all the rules and having to behave in public, of having to hide who I really was. Life is too short not to be enjoyed.
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For you? Not necessarily. But I know that people who are extremely wealthy can be hedonistic. You’re saying you come by it naturally. What constitutes as ‘behaving’ in public is subjective.
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True, such people do exist. I noticed that these "celebrities" in this world do engage in a lot of wild behaviour behind the scenes. As for what counts as "behaving"... you know what I meant! You can't repeat the things you say on stage in front of your mother's friends!
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Yes, that’s true. I can barely repeat them in front of my mother. Her response to my comedy career is to pretend that it isn’t happening. Or be drunk while watching me.
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...oh, dear. I thought they were more supportive. Drunk, seriously?
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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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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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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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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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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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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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I’ve missed our conversations and your company, but I’ve missed your penis as well.
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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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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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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’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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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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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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maybe the one that gets the cold is Joel lol
yessss
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