"That shall be our next date, then. No squirrel, I can't even think about those little fuckers anymore." Ciri rolls her eyes, since clearly he doesn't mind thinking about them if it means sharing the fucking story.
The Impressionism section is indeed beautiful and they don't know where to put their eyes first. Luckily, Midge knows exactly what to do. Jaskier stares at the painting in pure amazement and miraculously stays silent for a few minutes, taking it in.
"...stunning," he finally says. "That starry night - you painted stars that, like you, are light years away from anyone else. Looking on the serene village scene from an insurmountable distance for you saw things, like no one before, nor since."
“So poetic.” Midge smiles. “You really do get inspired by looking at other art.”
She only recently began to think of herself as an artist, thanks to him. It remains to be seen if anything today will inspire her. Comedy seems different than the other arts.
Jaskier pats his pockets until he finds his notebook and pulls it out to take a bunch of notes, his eyes going from the pages to the Starry Night over and over. He repeats the process with the other paintings, truly falling in love with the Impressionism section. You know he's 'in the zone' because his tongue keeps peeking out while he writes.
"What does it make you feel?" he asks Ciri.
"Like you're trying to give me homework," Ciri replies, half serious, half joking. But she does like the paintings.
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The Impressionism section is indeed beautiful and they don't know where to put their eyes first. Luckily, Midge knows exactly what to do. Jaskier stares at the painting in pure amazement and miraculously stays silent for a few minutes, taking it in.
"...stunning," he finally says. "That starry night - you painted stars that, like you, are light years away from anyone else. Looking on the serene village scene from an insurmountable distance for you saw things, like no one before, nor since."
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She only recently began to think of herself as an artist, thanks to him. It remains to be seen if anything today will inspire her. Comedy seems different than the other arts.
no subject
Jaskier pats his pockets until he finds his notebook and pulls it out to take a bunch of notes, his eyes going from the pages to the Starry Night over and over. He repeats the process with the other paintings, truly falling in love with the Impressionism section. You know he's 'in the zone' because his tongue keeps peeking out while he writes.
"What does it make you feel?" he asks Ciri.
"Like you're trying to give me homework," Ciri replies, half serious, half joking. But she does like the paintings.
Jaskier turns to Midge. "What about you, love?"