Sorry, Midge, he's laughing. "You always look so cute when you blush. I missed your blushing. I've corrupted you too far."
Jaskier waves at the people staring and winks at a college student. This is enough to make everyone look away - it's easy to judge in secret, but the minute they're noticed, they're cowards.
"You still have your dignity, dear." He returns to the poetry section. "Don't ever let anyone make you think otherwise."
But okay, he makes it up to her by reading from a Lord Byron book, too.
"She walks in beauty, like the night / Of cloudless climes and starry skies; / And all that’s best of dark and bright / Meet in her aspect and her eyes." He winks at her. "I think I'm taking this one too."
It’s true. Most of what he says or suggests no longer makes her blush. She just hates everyone staring at her. It’s not the same sort of attention that she gets onstage.
Taking her plant book, she follows him to the poetry section. The color in her cheeks this time is in response to his flattery.
“You can’t go wrong with Lord Byron,” she tells him.
He takes the Byron book before moving to check out the stationary. When he notices that Midge is blushing again, her cheek gets another kiss.
"You weren't kidding about the plants," he says when he sees that she took that book. "I can't imagine you gardening. What would happen to your pretty nails?"
“He is,” she replies, smiling when he kisses her cheek.
“This book is about indoor plants.” Midge shows it to him. “Not a lot of planting or digging in the dirt. I’ve got nowhere to plant anything anyway.” She’s seen people utilize planters on the roof, but she’s not going to do all that. “I keep a lot of flower arrangements around the apartment, but not any plants.”
"Some nice colorful plants would make the apartment even prettier," he agrees while choosing a bookmark. He's fallen in love with the concept since he arrived in this world and he's been collecting them. "If you need help, just text Geralt. It may get him to say more than one sentence at the time."
“And with this, I can be a domestic goddess,” Midge says jokingly. Or maybe not so jokingly. She’s been struggling trying to run a household as well as have a career all on her own.
He's ready to go to the register, to share stories about Geralt connecting with plants. But the other thing that Midge said is stuck in the front of his mind, and he just can't let go. So he leans against a bookshelf and tilts his head at her.
His hands tighten around the books as he wonders if he should poke at that a little more. She won't be able to run a household if she goes on tour - hell, she's already gone on tour. He wonders what she felt while she was part of Shy's troupe - did she actually miss running a household? Is she still clinging to that part of her previous life because she's still getting used to the change, or does she truly want it?
Jaskier is dying to ask, but he got the feeling that the Shy tour is still a sour subject. (He doesn't want a household.) Definitely not to be brought up in a fucking bookshop. (If she truly feels these things, he'll be right about their relationship not lasting long, won't he.) Of course, it's a little late to think about not being awkward in public, since he already opened his big fucking mouth.
He clears his voice and starts making his way to the register again, always keeping an eye out for any interesting books. "I'm guessing Joel will have the kids this whole weekend? I bet he liked that."
His whole reaction to her response makes her want to fall through the floor and die. Midge takes a deep breath so that she doesn’t start crying in the middle of the bookstore. This isn’t the best place for this conversation, she agrees. But she’s not going to let it just go by this time either.
“I don’t know if that’s sarcasm or not, but he does actually like having his kids,” Midge tells Jaskier. “He was a shitty husband, but he’s a good father.”
They pay for their books and leave the shop. There’s a bench across from the store, one that looks out to the beach and ocean. “Sit for a minute,” she says.
Midge stares at the water for a moment before speaking again. “What’s wrong with wanting to run a household and take care of my kids?”
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I've downloaded the novel so he can read it aloud to her later lol
Jaskier waves at the people staring and winks at a college student. This is enough to make everyone look away - it's easy to judge in secret, but the minute they're noticed, they're cowards.
"You still have your dignity, dear." He returns to the poetry section. "Don't ever let anyone make you think otherwise."
But okay, he makes it up to her by reading from a Lord Byron book, too.
"She walks in beauty, like the night / Of cloudless climes and starry skies; / And all that’s best of dark and bright / Meet in her aspect and her eyes." He winks at her. "I think I'm taking this one too."
omg yaaaassss
Taking her plant book, she follows him to the poetry section. The color in her cheeks this time is in response to his flattery.
“You can’t go wrong with Lord Byron,” she tells him.
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He takes the Byron book before moving to check out the stationary. When he notices that Midge is blushing again, her cheek gets another kiss.
"You weren't kidding about the plants," he says when he sees that she took that book. "I can't imagine you gardening. What would happen to your pretty nails?"
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“This book is about indoor plants.” Midge shows it to him. “Not a lot of planting or digging in the dirt. I’ve got nowhere to plant anything anyway.” She’s seen people utilize planters on the roof, but she’s not going to do all that. “I keep a lot of flower arrangements around the apartment, but not any plants.”
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“Geralt does all the gardening at your house?”
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He's ready to go to the register, to share stories about Geralt connecting with plants. But the other thing that Midge said is stuck in the front of his mind, and he just can't let go. So he leans against a bookshelf and tilts his head at her.
"Do you want to be a 'domestic goddess'?"
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“I don’t know. I want to be able to run a household and take care of my kids.”
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His hands tighten around the books as he wonders if he should poke at that a little more. She won't be able to run a household if she goes on tour - hell, she's already gone on tour. He wonders what she felt while she was part of Shy's troupe - did she actually miss running a household? Is she still clinging to that part of her previous life because she's still getting used to the change, or does she truly want it?
Jaskier is dying to ask, but he got the feeling that the Shy tour is still a sour subject. (He doesn't want a household.) Definitely not to be brought up in a fucking bookshop. (If she truly feels these things, he'll be right about their relationship not lasting long, won't he.) Of course, it's a little late to think about not being awkward in public, since he already opened his big fucking mouth.
He clears his voice and starts making his way to the register again, always keeping an eye out for any interesting books. "I'm guessing Joel will have the kids this whole weekend? I bet he liked that."
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“I don’t know if that’s sarcasm or not, but he does actually like having his kids,” Midge tells Jaskier. “He was a shitty husband, but he’s a good father.”
They pay for their books and leave the shop. There’s a bench across from the store, one that looks out to the beach and ocean. “Sit for a minute,” she says.
Midge stares at the water for a moment before speaking again. “What’s wrong with wanting to run a household and take care of my kids?”