#also. i shant. erm. ***** and ******

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just searched for and saved this video because it’s literally so important and i think about it all the time and try to reference it and nobody understands but it made me blush n giggle a little bit

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uhoh

[lesbipede]

I need to be dipped low and kissed sweetly like right now

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Does the @witchersummercamp team have a day built in their FAQ at the end of the week for people to post missed prompts? Yes. Will I not be able to finish this event if I don’t do it in order? Also, yes. So here’s yesterday’s prompt, today’s will be coming later.

Day 4 Prompt: Mischief

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Kingdom Dancing in a Wooden Clearing

“And how have you managed this?” Yennefer asked when she returned from the afternoon’s hunt.

“Managed what?” Jaskier asked innocently.

She  gesticulated vaguely to the scene in front of her.

Jaskier thumbed at his lute thoughtfully. “Hmmm?”

“Jaskier!”

“What?”

The witch gestured to the scene once more, raising a brow. “The dancing Geralt?”

“Oh the dancing Geralt!” The bard’s face broke into a smile. “Well our lovely Princess Cirilla wanted to brush up on her dancing skills. While I am an excellent dance partner, I am the bard, and Ciri said she can’t dance without music.” He made his own wild gesture to the woods. “There aren’t very many dancing partners out here, so Geralt it was!”

Geralt hummed in agreement, trying his best to follow Ciri’s footwork for the solo sections.

“You can dance bard?”

“Why of course!”

“He refuses to show me!” Ciri called. “We’re taking his word for it at the moment.”

Yennefer tilted her head to the side in amusement.

“If the princess says we can’t dance without music, then dance without music I shant. And if I’m not playing the music, my dear witch, then who is?”

Yennefer unfroze her soles from the ground and went about preparing their evening meal.

“I think he’s just trying to get out of it.”

“Well Geralt said he’d rather dance than try to play your music, princess; it’s not like I had a choice.”

“I’ve seen you prance around a pub during your performances,” Yennefer quipped. “But I can’t quite imagine Jaskier doing a waltz.”

“Well I haven’t waltzed in ages, but when you learn so young it becomes muscle memory.”

“You learnt how to waltz?” Ciri asked under Geralt’s shoulder.

“I’m a Viscount, princess. Of course my mother to taught me to waltz. Dance was the one class I was forced to take as a Viscountling that I enjoyed any amount.”

Yennefer scoffed. “You’re a Viscount?”

Geralt hummed.

“He is?”

“Begrudgingly,” Geralt answered. “He was called home when his father died years ago. They agreed that Jaskier keeps the title, but his younger brother does the Viscount things.”

Jaskier picked a flourish on his lute. “Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount of Lettenhove, at your service.”

Ciri giggled. “No. You aren’t.”

Jaskier turn to her. “You doubt me, little mischief maker? How shall I prove it?”

“A duel,” Yennefer suggested.

“If I could duel that would make everyone’s life so much easier.”

Geralt hummed while he led Ciri through another twirl.

“Yennefer can you play the lute?” Ciri asked. “If Jaskier can dance, we will go to Lettenhove next, to see if he really is a Viscount.”

Yennefer laughed. “I can’t play, but I spent thirty years in court. I can dance if you’d like to practice your lute playing.”

She sent him pleading eyes he couldn’t refuse. “Oh can I, Jaskier?”

“Very well.”

She whooped with glee.

Geralt let her go softly, and the two bowed. He then left to take over dinner preparations.

Jaskier removed his lute strap, and placed his instrument on the princess’s lap when she ran to sit next to him. He got her in position to play.

“Oh Jaskier. I don’t know any ballroom songs.”

“We can dance to Toss a Coin,” Yennefer called.

“We most certainly cannot! Toss a Coin is in four counts; a waltz is in three.”

“Have you taught her any songs in three count, bard?”

“Erm. No.”

“Then Toss a Coin it is. Surely you can dance a waltz no matter the song.”

“My dear witch, I said I could dance, not that I’ve done it recently.”

Yennefer and Jaskier bowed.

“Backing down from your claim?”

“Never.” He took the witch’s hand in his own. “Let’s dance. Play the song, little mischief maker.”

Ciri started strumming.