#[ ans. jaskier — you want an autograph don't you? ]
@thorrncrowned requested for Jaskier: ❝ you hogged the covers all night last night. ❞ ( a very grumpy Merlin @ Jaskier. Probably some ‘only one bed’ situation at a tavern ) ( bed & sleepy prompts / accepting !! )
“——I did not!” Or perhaps he did. He had no recollection of it so he’s obviously not at fault here. ( Or so he fully believes. ) “It was cold, and I was freezing my bollocks off. Apologizes for that if I did manage to hog them. But it was bloody cold. Not my fault that this inn had only one bed.”
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@khozmoh requested for Jaskier: ❝ don't let it see you, ❞ / for jaskier
“——what the actual fuck.” The bard whispered, his eyes darting around the room in paranoia. Was there someone here that he can’t see? Or was this just silly talk? He’ll probably chalk it up to that.
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@artisanals requested for Jaskier: i’m on my own , i had some space to deal with it . - zafiya for jaskier ( music for the soul / accepting !! )
“⏤⏤do you need more space, or perhaps a good glass of the finest wine? Sometimes a nice red can make it less lonely when you’re on your own.”
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@thorrncrowned requested for Jaskier: (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ ( Merlin @ Jaskier ) ( Send me a (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ to get a hug, a kiss, or a slap, depending on what my muse thinks you deserve. / accepting !! )
“——Merlin! Merliiin! Merlinny? Merlin!” He cajoled at him, drunk, the ale sloshing in his tankard. He finished the alcohol quickly before making his way to him. Both hands smacked on Merlin’s cheeks; not too hard, but not too soft either and yanks him forward to kiss him. “Muwah!” And then he leans back, breaking the kiss. “The fates have brought me luck and favoured me with their gifts! I got tipped a lot! Let me buy you a round!”
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@khozmoh requested for Jaskier: 15 for jaskier ( * creepy location meme [ 15: a howling bonfire where shadows betray you ] / accepting !! )
“——this — this is nice, isn’t it? A great bonfire in the middle of a nice and totally not foreboding forest or dark woods. Where we don’t stick out like sore thumbs.” He fumbled around with his words, staring into the roaring flames of the bonfire. He lets out a small awkward laugh, perhaps an uncomfortable once as he glances at the shadows: “Whaaaaat the fuck was that? Was that just — think it was just my shadow. My disproportion shadow, oh my god, my shadow looks fucking funky.”
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