It goes against every fiber of Midge’s being to put her head back in the water, but she’s going natural today. Seawater won’t ruin it. Still holding on to Jaskier, Midge leans backwards and lays her head in the water, letting out a relaxed sigh.
"Look at you, being one with the sea. A beautiful mermaid indeed." If it's relaxation she wants, he can help. He kisses her cheek before saying-- "Please trust me."
Then he moves to be next to her instead of in front, and gently moves his arms under her legs to bring them up. Midge will feel a lack of balance for a second, but soon Jaskier has her floating on the water, always keeping a hand on her arm and leg to keep her from slipping away.
She preens, enjoying being his pretty mermaid. “I always trust you,” she replies.
Midge realizes what he’s doing and allows herself to float on the water. “Watch out for waves,” she tells him. They’ll have to ride over them if they don’t want to get faces full of seawater.
"The waves are the best part," he says with a wink. Then he nods, a very bright smile on his face. "Incredibly so. I really missed this. Can you hear the music the sea makes?"
Of course, this inspires him to sing. "♫ The sunlight dances on the surface of an ever-changing sea, and I wonder what it has in store for the depths of you and me. ♫"
Jaskier hears music in everything. It’s harder for Midge to do that, but she listens anyway. What she ends up hearing is Jaskier singing.
Midge reaches for his hand, lacing their fingers together. “I love your singing voice. And your speaking voice, if I’m being honest. You have a very sexy accent.”
As soon as she takes his hand, he pulls to make her go swimming with him. The mention of his accent makes him laugh.
"So it truly is a thing? You aren't the first to comment on it. Although some people expect it to be a little more--" He changes to something more lordly and posh. "Good day, Lady Miriam."
Midge laughs at his posh accent— though she kind of loves it.
“Good day, Lord Jaskier,” she replies in the same accent. “Yes, it’s an English accent. The people in England speak the same way that you and your family do. Immigrants came from England and established America, though our accent changed somewhere along the way. I think if you visited England, you’d find it more familiar to where you came from. Have you ever seen the Queen on television or heard her on the radio?”
He laughs at her accent as well as he guides her to swim in the waves.
"Don't make me bring out the waterrrrr again," he teases while saying water the American way. "I have heard of a Queen, but not her voice. I'm still getting the hang of the politics here. I recognize the country, though, everyone thinks I'm from there. And The Beatles are fucking good." Of course, he has to sing a bit of Love Me Do.
"Oh darling, I could never discriminate against your people like that! Geralt and I have been to other states; my point still stands!"
He hasn't been to Texas, though. That will make him appreciate New York so much more.
"And for a good reason!" he replies while swimming full breaststroke style. He keeps glancing at her because they're chatting, but also because she looks extra cute swimming. "Now if only people assuming I'm from the same place meant they wanted me as a star that sounds like them, that would be sweet."
If Jaskier thinks New York City is repressive, wait until he visits the Deep South.
It’s hard to swim any sort of organized stroke in the ocean, with the waves pushing you around. Midge is just kind of moving her arms and legs, trying to stay afloat.
“You could pivot to rock and roll music,” she says. “You already do covers of the stuff on the radio.”
"Not a bad idea," he says while turning his body to swim on his back. "I need to get the hang of it. What I've written lately is more similar to my style, so I feel comfortable. Listening to new music is easy, writing it not so much. I'll need to get better at local slang, as well. I've noticed rock and roll isn't as poetic."
Suddenly he dives in to swim a bit underwater. He resurfaces behind Midge and tries to take her by surprise by tickling her.
He wraps his arms around her in return, and since she seems to be ok with PDA, he tilts his body back and floats with her on top of him. Cozy.
"Ugh, don't remind me," he says with a groan as he throws his head back. "Every winter, when I returned to Oxenfurt, my professors had a lot to say about me singing silly jigs in taverns."
Jaskier responds with his most innocent smile. He won't force her to stay if she's uncomfortable.
"When I started I had no stature! So they thought I kicked off my career with the wrong foot - singing in taverns? About a WITCHER? The scandal! As years passed and my popularity grew, they couldn't complain as much considering I sang in courts and my books were in the Oxenfurt library. But they still made many passive-aggressive comments or backhanded compliments."
“I haven’t thought of myself as an artist until pretty recently, but what’s popular will always be looked down upon and not considered real art. But the popular stuff is what pays your bills.”
"You know what's not real art?" he asks while rubbing her back. "Those paintings that are just lines and blotches. How the fuck is it fair that those things get paid?"
“It’s supposed to be ~representational,” Midge says with a wave of her hand. “It’s supposed to evoke feelings and not be taken literally.”
She’s kidding. She’s not much of a fan of what passes for art these days, but art people will tell you that splotches on canvas are brilliant and have hidden meanings.
"I understand metaphors and shapes that represent feelings, that's not it!" he says with clear frustration. He tries to express that frustration with his usual crazy gesturing, meaning he accidentally lets go of Midge and her body slides off.
"...oops. Sorry," he says, but he's also chuckling. "Maybe this is a sign telling us to actually swim."
“Hey!” Midge says with a laugh as she slides off his chest. She puts her feet back down in the sand. “Floating is probably better kept to the pool. Anyway, I’m not a fan either. Stuff like that isn’t commercial anyway. Most people want portraits or nice landscapes.”
"I thought you wanted to drink at the pool," he teases before getting into a swimming position. "I'm going to swim a little further into the waves. Want to come? No hard feelings if you don't."
It seems Midge isn't as enthusiastic as he is about the ocean, but that's ok.
Jaskier has the time of his life swimming in the deeper area - he truly missed this. He stays there for a while, enjoying the bright sun and the feeling of the water around him. It's amazing to just float, to feel like his body isn't bound to a place. He wonders if this is how birds feel when they fly.
With so many people on summer vacation, it's inevitable for him to chat with strangers, especially since some women who didn't see Midge are happy to approach him. He talks and charms everyone, but eventually, he needs to rest and makes his way back to the umbrella.
"Aww, now I can't play with the pennants!" he teases when he sees the towel around her body, and leans in to kiss her cheek, which means dripping water all over her.
Midge watches him for a little while. She has no problem with him talking to other women. It doesn’t seem like particularly flirtatious chatter.
Eventually she gets out her book to read. After only a few pages, the ocean air and her weariness from the day’s activities take over and Midge closes her eyes. She’s awakened by Jaskier leaning over to kiss her.
“You just want to touch my boobs in public,” she replies. “Hey, I was dry!”
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It goes against every fiber of Midge’s being to put her head back in the water, but she’s going natural today. Seawater won’t ruin it. Still holding on to Jaskier, Midge leans backwards and lays her head in the water, letting out a relaxed sigh.
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Then he moves to be next to her instead of in front, and gently moves his arms under her legs to bring them up. Midge will feel a lack of balance for a second, but soon Jaskier has her floating on the water, always keeping a hand on her arm and leg to keep her from slipping away.
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Midge realizes what he’s doing and allows herself to float on the water. “Watch out for waves,” she tells him. They’ll have to ride over them if they don’t want to get faces full of seawater.
She smiles at him. “Happy, darling?”
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Of course, this inspires him to sing. "♫ The sunlight dances on the surface of an ever-changing sea, and I wonder what it has in store for the depths of you and me. ♫"
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Midge reaches for his hand, lacing their fingers together. “I love your singing voice. And your speaking voice, if I’m being honest. You have a very sexy accent.”
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"So it truly is a thing? You aren't the first to comment on it. Although some people expect it to be a little more--" He changes to something more lordly and posh. "Good day, Lady Miriam."
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“Good day, Lord Jaskier,” she replies in the same accent. “Yes, it’s an English accent. The people in England speak the same way that you and your family do. Immigrants came from England and established America, though our accent changed somewhere along the way. I think if you visited England, you’d find it more familiar to where you came from. Have you ever seen the Queen on television or heard her on the radio?”
a ltitle early for the Beatles but fuck it
"Don't make me bring out the waterrrrr again," he teases while saying water the American way. "I have heard of a Queen, but not her voice. I'm still getting the hang of the politics here. I recognize the country, though, everyone thinks I'm from there. And The Beatles are fucking good." Of course, he has to sing a bit of Love Me Do.
fuck it we ball
She kicks her legs as she swims next to him. “The Beatles are fucking good,” she agrees. “People are crazy about them.”
maybe they should go to London one weekend lol
He hasn't been to Texas, though. That will make him appreciate New York so much more.
"And for a good reason!" he replies while swimming full breaststroke style. He keeps glancing at her because they're chatting, but also because she looks extra cute swimming. "Now if only people assuming I'm from the same place meant they wanted me as a star that sounds like them, that would be sweet."
yess since they can go by portal
It’s hard to swim any sort of organized stroke in the ocean, with the waves pushing you around. Midge is just kind of moving her arms and legs, trying to stay afloat.
“You could pivot to rock and roll music,” she says. “You already do covers of the stuff on the radio.”
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Suddenly he dives in to swim a bit underwater. He resurfaces behind Midge and tries to take her by surprise by tickling her.
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“That’s always the artist’s dilemma, isn’t it?” she asks. “To make what they want or to make what’s popular.”
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"Ugh, don't remind me," he says with a groan as he throws his head back. "Every winter, when I returned to Oxenfurt, my professors had a lot to say about me singing silly jigs in taverns."
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“Did they think that was undignified for an artist of your stature?” she asks.
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"When I started I had no stature! So they thought I kicked off my career with the wrong foot - singing in taverns? About a WITCHER? The scandal! As years passed and my popularity grew, they couldn't complain as much considering I sang in courts and my books were in the Oxenfurt library. But they still made many passive-aggressive comments or backhanded compliments."
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“I haven’t thought of myself as an artist until pretty recently, but what’s popular will always be looked down upon and not considered real art. But the popular stuff is what pays your bills.”
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He huffs. He'll forever be salty about those.
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She’s kidding. She’s not much of a fan of what passes for art these days, but art people will tell you that splotches on canvas are brilliant and have hidden meanings.
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"...oops. Sorry," he says, but he's also chuckling. "Maybe this is a sign telling us to actually swim."
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It seems Midge isn't as enthusiastic as he is about the ocean, but that's ok.
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“I plan to drink and float,” she replies, then kisses him. “Be careful, my handsome merman. I’ll see you back on shore.”
Midge treks back to the lounge chairs and umbrella. After wrapping a towel around her, she lays on the chair, relaxing under the umbrella.
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With so many people on summer vacation, it's inevitable for him to chat with strangers, especially since some women who didn't see Midge are happy to approach him. He talks and charms everyone, but eventually, he needs to rest and makes his way back to the umbrella.
"Aww, now I can't play with the pennants!" he teases when he sees the towel around her body, and leans in to kiss her cheek, which means dripping water all over her.
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Eventually she gets out her book to read. After only a few pages, the ocean air and her weariness from the day’s activities take over and Midge closes her eyes. She’s awakened by Jaskier leaning over to kiss her.
“You just want to touch my boobs in public,” she replies. “Hey, I was dry!”
I'm (not) sorry
i love it
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totally stealing the analysis from the website lol I'm not good with old English
steal away
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