Jaskier's heart is beating so fast, he swears it's going to jump out of his chest any second now. He stares at his hands as he absorbs Birdie's words, trying to come to terms with them and their meaning, especially when she mentions the hard way.
Is he cheating?
It's not like he's opposed to cheating when it comes to stuff like gwent, but what about this? Art needs practice and talent, not fucking cheating. He goes over what just happened and realizes his voice started stiff, so he isn't automatically good at it, right? He had to adapt to the song.
With the tip of his tongue peeking out as it often does when he concentrates, Jaskier chooses an old traditional folk song and tries a line or two on the piano. Then he pauses and tries again with a different arrangement - neither of them is bad, but he could fusion many alternatives until he finds which one captures the spirit the best. Then he raises his head to look inside the music shop through the window, looking at the different instruments and feeling the instructions flood his mind.
Oh. That's it- instructions. Metaphorical ones, shaped like energy, but still. They're made of notes and staves, and the more they scratch his mind and itch his fingers, the more he's sure a non-musician would play them clumsily. The magic saved him from all the process of memorization, but it's still his talent.
Jaskier sighs with relief - it's not cheating! It's just--]
Knowledge! [He says with a laugh.] Total and absolute music knowledge! Sensational! Extraordinary! My very own superb library of--
[...oh, right. The woman is here. For once in his life, Jaskier isn't thinking with his dick, although he didn't mean to ignore her either. With a gasp, he grabs her hand in both of his, grin still splitting his face in two but blue eyes honest in their gratitude.]
My lady, I would've never wanted to fill your heart with such a dreadful emotion! [Although someone being jealous of him does feel nice, not gonna lie.] Your guidance has been more helpful, how could I ever repay you?
[The question is asked with a softer, more affectionate voice. It's never too late to start thinking with your dick.]
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Jaskier's heart is beating so fast, he swears it's going to jump out of his chest any second now. He stares at his hands as he absorbs Birdie's words, trying to come to terms with them and their meaning, especially when she mentions the hard way.
Is he cheating?
It's not like he's opposed to cheating when it comes to stuff like gwent, but what about this? Art needs practice and talent, not fucking cheating. He goes over what just happened and realizes his voice started stiff, so he isn't automatically good at it, right? He had to adapt to the song.
With the tip of his tongue peeking out as it often does when he concentrates, Jaskier chooses an old traditional folk song and tries a line or two on the piano. Then he pauses and tries again with a different arrangement - neither of them is bad, but he could fusion many alternatives until he finds which one captures the spirit the best. Then he raises his head to look inside the music shop through the window, looking at the different instruments and feeling the instructions flood his mind.
Oh. That's it- instructions. Metaphorical ones, shaped like energy, but still. They're made of notes and staves, and the more they scratch his mind and itch his fingers, the more he's sure a non-musician would play them clumsily. The magic saved him from all the process of memorization, but it's still his talent.
Jaskier sighs with relief - it's not cheating! It's just--]
Knowledge! [He says with a laugh.] Total and absolute music knowledge! Sensational! Extraordinary! My very own superb library of--
[...oh, right. The woman is here. For once in his life, Jaskier isn't thinking with his dick, although he didn't mean to ignore her either. With a gasp, he grabs her hand in both of his, grin still splitting his face in two but blue eyes honest in their gratitude.]
My lady, I would've never wanted to fill your heart with such a dreadful emotion! [Although someone being jealous of him does feel nice, not gonna lie.] Your guidance has been more helpful, how could I ever repay you?
[The question is asked with a softer, more affectionate voice. It's never too late to start thinking with your dick.]