It seems the mood has improved and she's more relaxed, so Jaskier takes back the spoon and alternates between feeding her and himself. His other hand stays on her back, of course, keeping her close.
"I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it before... the thing. We'll go back sometime. Or did you like it because everyone knew your name?" He chuckles. "Of course I talked about you. You may not have been my girlfriend, but you still were a close friend."
Jaskier always makes her feel better. Ice cream helps too.
“No, I liked seeing what the other artists were working on. Next time I hope I’ll get to collaborate with them a bit more.” It was a lot of fun until the thing with Lenny and then her fight with Jaskier.
She looks up at him. “I haven’t spoken about you to many people, though you’ve met Joel and my family. And Susie. I don’t have to keep how much I love you a secret anymore.”
Jaskier's smile widens, clearly soft and content. Not only because it's a very sweet and cozy moment, but also because he loves hearing Midge embracing the arts like this.
"I hope so too. I can wait to see what you can do - I bet you can shine even brighter with the right bohemian guiding you."
Chuckling, he kisses the top of her head. "The fact that a few people in your life even had a vague idea of my existence at all already puts you ahead of at least half of my torrid affairs." He's always been a secret for married women and closeted men, so he's used to it. But he must admit - this feels much nicer. "I'm looking forward to your showing me off. I bet you're dying to make all your friends jealous."
"I'm the best bohemian," he replies with a cheeky grin, but the soft expression returns for the next question. "Am I the right one, Midge?" That's for her to decide.
Jaskier laughs at her description of him and happily kisses her back as he wonders how explicit she'll be. The mention of Geralt takes him by surprise, and he blinks a few times before he catches on.
"You mean that he knew that I love you? Yes, of course. The whole household knew; it wasn't a secret." A shrug. "It wouldn't have been a big deal if they didn't like giving me so much crap for it."
“You’re very bohemian,” she agrees. “And yes, I think you’re the right one.”
Right for her, for as long as he’ll have her.
“Did they?” Midge is amused to hear that. “Why did they tease you so much?”
Probably because he’s the sort who becomes infatuated with people, but doesn’t necessarily fall in love with them. Plus, Midge got him to commit to her. That’s a huge feat.
The sentiment is extremely sweet and he does appreciate it, so he kisses her again as thanks while his mind thinks only time will tell.
"Because they like making my life a living hell," he replies, and leaves it there. He's pretty sure that the teasing had his feelings for Geralt as a mocking background, and he doesn't want to go down that road. "Did Susie ever say anything?"
That’s a relatively short answer and abrupt change of topic for him, though Midge doesn’t call it out.
“She’s mentioned it, asked without seeming like she’s interested if we were still fucking.” Midge eats an ice cream covered strawberry. “She thinks you’re going to distract me too much.”
"Well, that's not fair," he responds with an exaggerated pout. "I'm pretty sure you're the one that keeps distracting me. I was nothing but an innocente song writer before I met you."
“I should be ashamed.” She grins when he mentions her tits. “They’re pretty hypnotic, aren’t they?”
Midge leans her head on his shoulder. “You distract me in the best ways,” she continues. “You won’t detract from my career.”
Both of them are committed to their careers, and Midge believes she can have Jaskier, and her kids, and her career. It might be hard work, but she’s willing to do it.
"Yes." He playfully pinches her nipple. "Magic is nothing compared to their power."
His arm wraps around her again to rub her back and he kisses the top of her head.
"I'll never stand between you and your career. That much I can promise." He can't promise forever, but this? Easy peasy. "Besides, I'm providing you with so much content! Susie shouldn't be complaining, honestly."
"Now that makes me extremely happy to hear. I want to live an adventurous life. I want you to have an adventurous life."
This world has been making it pretty damn hard, honestly. Although part of him knows that this pseudo settling-down they've down is because of Ciri. And he can't be mad at her, or leave his family behind to go on an eternal roadtrip.
"I know what you're doing. You want me to carry you to the living room. My unforgiving goddess strikes again."
He sighs dramatically and moves the bowls away before picking her up.
"This is what I've been reduced to! A servant! Oh, what would my professors think if they could see me now!"
It's all joking, of course. But he's still feeling cheeky, so he drops Midge on the couch without warning. At least he kisses her afterward to make up for it.
Midge holds tightly to him, delighted at being carried. “You’re being helpful,” she tells him.
She yelps when he drops her on the couch. “Well, that was rude,” she teases, then reaches for her purse and pulls out her phone.
Taking a deep breath, she dials the number. “Here goes…”
Her mother picks up on the second ring.
“Hi Mama. Just calling to let you know that I’m fine. I won’t be home tonight.” She pauses. “I’m staying with Jaskier. He and I are officially seeing one another.”
Her mother’s reaction isn’t hysterical, but she sounds disappointed. It’s not like it was when Midge told her she was dating Benjamin.
“I know… we can talk when I get home.” There’s a pause. “Mama, I’m 27 and divorced. I don’t need anyone’s permission to spend the night with a man. Like I said, we’ll talk tomorrow. I love you. Goodnight.”
Midge groans and rests her head on the back of the couch after she hangs up.
Jaskier huffs and resists the urge to take the phone from her to tell Rose where she can shove it. He promised he wouldn't argue with her parents unless they started - well, technically they did this time. He can only imagine what they'll tell her when she gets home.
With a sigh, he moves to sit next to Midge and holds her hand. "So this went exactly as I expected, huh." Jaskier, for fuck's sake.
Midge sighs again. “She’ll need time to accept it. Actually, you should probably tell her that you don’t want to marry me. I’m not sure if that would make it better or worse.”
She looks up at him. “What they think doesn’t matter to me. You make me the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”
It occurs to Jaskier that Midge still doesn't understand exactly what his problem with marriage is, but this is not the time to discuss it. He doubts they'll get there anyway.
"She'll think you're wasting your time with a man with no future who is keeping you away from 'better' suitors."
Jaskier takes her hand to his mouth to kiss it, and rubs it affectionately with his thumb. She always says that her parents' opinion doesn't matter, and her doing stand-up does prove that, but she also keeps them so close and loves them so much. He can't help but wonder if this will implode sooner or later.
"I love you," he says as he leans over to kiss her forehead. "You have me for as long as you want me."
Midge brushes her thumb against his cheek when he lifts her hand to his mouth. “No time spent with you is wasted.”
She sighs, leaning against him. “I’ve already been married and given my parents the grandchildren they wanted. I don’t need an appropriate husband anymore. Or any husband! I should be able to be with who I love.”
"How poetic of you," he replies with a soft smile. "Thank you."
As soon as she leans in, he wraps his arm around her. "Calling me inappropriate, are you?" Just a little tease, since he wants to help the mood. Jaskier loves being inappropriate. "You are, darling. Fuck their opinions. You can do whatever the hell you want with your life - it's yours. Yours and only yours."
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It seems the mood has improved and she's more relaxed, so Jaskier takes back the spoon and alternates between feeding her and himself. His other hand stays on her back, of course, keeping her close.
"I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it before... the thing. We'll go back sometime. Or did you like it because everyone knew your name?" He chuckles. "Of course I talked about you. You may not have been my girlfriend, but you still were a close friend."
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“No, I liked seeing what the other artists were working on. Next time I hope I’ll get to collaborate with them a bit more.” It was a lot of fun until the thing with Lenny and then her fight with Jaskier.
She looks up at him. “I haven’t spoken about you to many people, though you’ve met Joel and my family. And Susie. I don’t have to keep how much I love you a secret anymore.”
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"I hope so too. I can wait to see what you can do - I bet you can shine even brighter with the right bohemian guiding you."
Chuckling, he kisses the top of her head. "The fact that a few people in your life even had a vague idea of my existence at all already puts you ahead of at least half of my torrid affairs." He's always been a secret for married women and closeted men, so he's used to it. But he must admit - this feels much nicer. "I'm looking forward to your showing me off. I bet you're dying to make all your friends jealous."
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It’s hard to completely embrace that lifestyle, but only time will tell how she feels about it the longer she works as a performer.
“Oh yes. I can’t wait to show off the handsome, vibrant man that I managed to bag.” And he’s a viscount. Midge gives his mouth a soft kiss.
“Geralt knew it was different with me, didn’t he?”
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Jaskier laughs at her description of him and happily kisses her back as he wonders how explicit she'll be. The mention of Geralt takes him by surprise, and he blinks a few times before he catches on.
"You mean that he knew that I love you? Yes, of course. The whole household knew; it wasn't a secret." A shrug. "It wouldn't have been a big deal if they didn't like giving me so much crap for it."
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Right for her, for as long as he’ll have her.
“Did they?” Midge is amused to hear that. “Why did they tease you so much?”
Probably because he’s the sort who becomes infatuated with people, but doesn’t necessarily fall in love with them. Plus, Midge got him to commit to her. That’s a huge feat.
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"Because they like making my life a living hell," he replies, and leaves it there. He's pretty sure that the teasing had his feelings for Geralt as a mocking background, and he doesn't want to go down that road. "Did Susie ever say anything?"
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“She’s mentioned it, asked without seeming like she’s interested if we were still fucking.” Midge eats an ice cream covered strawberry. “She thinks you’re going to distract me too much.”
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Leaning her head up, Midge gives him a kiss on the mouth.
“You’d never even heard of sex before you met me.”
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Jaskier cups her head to kiss her back, letting a bit of ice cream slip between their tongues.
"Correct. I was a virgin and you used your amazing tits to hypnotize me."
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Midge leans her head on his shoulder. “You distract me in the best ways,” she continues. “You won’t detract from my career.”
Both of them are committed to their careers, and Midge believes she can have Jaskier, and her kids, and her career. It might be hard work, but she’s willing to do it.
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His arm wraps around her again to rub her back and he kisses the top of her head.
"I'll never stand between you and your career. That much I can promise." He can't promise forever, but this? Easy peasy. "Besides, I'm providing you with so much content! Susie shouldn't be complaining, honestly."
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“You are.” She grins. “Dating you has been an adventure.”
Midge lets out a sigh. “I need to call Mama but I don’t want to leave your arms to get my phone.”
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This world has been making it pretty damn hard, honestly. Although part of him knows that this pseudo settling-down they've down is because of Ciri. And he can't be mad at her, or leave his family behind to go on an eternal roadtrip.
"I know what you're doing. You want me to carry you to the living room. My unforgiving goddess strikes again."
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Settling down has to happen sometimes. Everyone needs a place to call home and reliable people by their side.
Midge laughs at his suggestion.
“I wasn’t, but that sounds like a wonderful idea, my big strong bard.” She loops her arms around his neck.
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"This is what I've been reduced to! A servant! Oh, what would my professors think if they could see me now!"
It's all joking, of course. But he's still feeling cheeky, so he drops Midge on the couch without warning. At least he kisses her afterward to make up for it.
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She yelps when he drops her on the couch. “Well, that was rude,” she teases, then reaches for her purse and pulls out her phone.
Taking a deep breath, she dials the number. “Here goes…”
Her mother picks up on the second ring.
“Hi Mama. Just calling to let you know that I’m fine. I won’t be home tonight.” She pauses. “I’m staying with Jaskier. He and I are officially seeing one another.”
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"Is she having a heart attack?" he whispers.
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Her mother’s reaction isn’t hysterical, but she sounds disappointed. It’s not like it was when Midge told her she was dating Benjamin.
“I know… we can talk when I get home.” There’s a pause. “Mama, I’m 27 and divorced. I don’t need anyone’s permission to spend the night with a man. Like I said, we’ll talk tomorrow. I love you. Goodnight.”
Midge groans and rests her head on the back of the couch after she hangs up.
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Jaskier huffs and resists the urge to take the phone from her to tell Rose where she can shove it. He promised he wouldn't argue with her parents unless they started - well, technically they did this time. He can only imagine what they'll tell her when she gets home.
With a sigh, he moves to sit next to Midge and holds her hand. "So this went exactly as I expected, huh." Jaskier, for fuck's sake.
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She looks up at him. “What they think doesn’t matter to me. You make me the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”
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"She'll think you're wasting your time with a man with no future who is keeping you away from 'better' suitors."
Jaskier takes her hand to his mouth to kiss it, and rubs it affectionately with his thumb. She always says that her parents' opinion doesn't matter, and her doing stand-up does prove that, but she also keeps them so close and loves them so much. He can't help but wonder if this will implode sooner or later.
"I love you," he says as he leans over to kiss her forehead. "You have me for as long as you want me."
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She sighs, leaning against him. “I’ve already been married and given my parents the grandchildren they wanted. I don’t need an appropriate husband anymore. Or any husband! I should be able to be with who I love.”
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As soon as she leans in, he wraps his arm around her. "Calling me inappropriate, are you?" Just a little tease, since he wants to help the mood. Jaskier loves being inappropriate. "You are, darling. Fuck their opinions. You can do whatever the hell you want with your life - it's yours. Yours and only yours."
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Jaskier could crush the original too lbr
his ego thinks he can crush anything tbf
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Hey hope you’re feeling better!
ty! ♥ the fever is gone so I can now tag from bed hehehe
yes good
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Decided to pick out a dress
oooh that's so pretty
Thanks! Also aww Ciri
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