#sorry this fic is my excuse to write modern au dijkstra

[limerental]

sonnets for a prince - 3/?

a pretty weird modern au radovid/jaskier fic

excerpt from this chapter

A sports car with blacked out windows skidded to a stop to cut Jaskier off in the crosswalk, and the window slowly rolled down to reveal Sigismund Dijkstra grimacing at him, dark sunglasses pulled down the bridge of his nose.

"Get in," he said, his voice deep and gruff.

"You nearly ran me over," Jaskier protested. "What if I'd scurried across to make the light?"

"In the car, poet. Now."

Jaskier hitched his leather laptop bag higher on his shoulder, grumbled a few choice words to the heavens, and then got into the passenger seat.

"Am I being kidnapped?" he asked, looking around the appallingly expensive car. “I have a class this evening, you know. I’ll be missed. And I’ll be mourned excessively if my body’s found in the river later.”

He scrutinized his captor. Dijkstra's big hands seemed far too large for the spindly gear shift, and his bald head brushed the ceiling at every bump in the road, even hunched over slightly. He truly was a very large man both in height and girth. He dressed sharply. A white shirt with a starched collar. No tie. A smart, navy blue blazer. A wedding band that glinted on his ring finger.

"If you were being kidnapped,” said Dijkstra, “you'd be tied up in the back with a hood over your head. Your class got an email that their professor has food poisoning. Also, they’d never find your body.”