#Jaskier is a feral little thing eating raw meat and gifting Geralt sticks with shiny ribbons wrapped around a beetle impaled on it

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Prompt 112

Jaskier is like any other harpy, in his own humble opinion, except perhaps, Jaskier was a much better singer. He had a lovely voice. He was the best singing harpy around, in his opinion. Jaskier finds a tasty meal one day. Fresh flesh, and he partakes in the feast. He's shocked nearly into an early moult when a large lumbering figure of a man prowls toward him, with beautiful white hair, though sadly no feathers.

Jaskier likes admiring the man, and tells the man as such. The man sighs, but Jaskier caught a smirk, Jaskier knows what he saw. "I'm afraid I'm here for your meal." Jaskier huffs and flaps his wings with annoyance. A pity the sexy man was taking his food. The man takes his meal and goes to walk away, but pauses, and rips off a leg of the beast, throwing it to Jaskier. Jaskier catches it in his talons, and sings as he flutters about in the air. What a lovely, kind, perfect, beautiful man! Jaskier decides to follow after him. Perhaps he'll get more food, and more smirks that way! Surely the beautiful man wouldn't possibly mind.