[ Teasing as his remarks might be, Cid can't find it in himself to believe that this is a performance. Perhaps he's just such a fool, but Jaskier has always seemed to be a man with too little of his heart to hide, and this is no exception. Cid supposes that he has no choice, then, but to treat it as tenderly as he can.
He moves his hand to capture Jaskier's wrist, though he's careful to telegraph the movement before he curls his fingers around it. ]
It's a good drink. [ He replies with a warm chuckle before turning to press a light kiss to Jaskier's palm. ] I'm deep enough in your debt already. Let's get up to mine, and I'll see about paying it off, eh?
[ He untangles himself then, though he'd admit that it's more of an effort than he might expect, he's not quite shameless enough to get too handsy in a crowded tavern. He releases Jaskier, but rests a hand on the small of his back as they make their way up the stairs.
The room itself is average, neatly kept. He hasn't done much in the way of decorating, but there are touches here and there; a little mint garden on the window sill, a few gifted trinkets on the shelves, and a prototype airship model tucked into the corner of his desk.
Cid himself is hardly paying attention to any of that. His gaze is still on Jaskier, who he'd be more than happy to press right up against the wall if Jaskier will let him get away with it. ] Where were we again? I've forgotten already.
There's always plenty of opportunity to end up further on my tab after.
[What's better than more drink? Jaskier doesn't pull from his grasp, stealing a kiss on a roughened cheek before they leave the bar behind (and a pouch of Jaskier's coin.) If anyone sees them going upstairs together, it clearly doesn't make a mark; anyway who is even half a regular at the Sarstina has seen a similar sight a hundred times before.
Jaskier isn't only famous for his singing, after all.
He takes in the room quickly enough; if Cid's mint plants grow an extra inch seemingly out of nowhere, then it clearly has nothing to do with him. It's more unintentional than he means it, especially as distracted as he is.
Jaskier makes his invitation quite obvious when he grabs Cid by the lapels and pulls him in so the bard is trapped against the wall. Or, in this case, the back of the door. He hikes a leg up, locking an ankle behind Cid's.] I don't think you're near old enough to be losing your memory so easily. [He pulls him down, a kiss with much more tongue and a teasing pull of Cid's lower lip with his teeth.] I believe I was about to undress you. Perhaps with a bit of haste.
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He moves his hand to capture Jaskier's wrist, though he's careful to telegraph the movement before he curls his fingers around it. ]
It's a good drink. [ He replies with a warm chuckle before turning to press a light kiss to Jaskier's palm. ] I'm deep enough in your debt already. Let's get up to mine, and I'll see about paying it off, eh?
[ He untangles himself then, though he'd admit that it's more of an effort than he might expect, he's not quite shameless enough to get too handsy in a crowded tavern. He releases Jaskier, but rests a hand on the small of his back as they make their way up the stairs.
The room itself is average, neatly kept. He hasn't done much in the way of decorating, but there are touches here and there; a little mint garden on the window sill, a few gifted trinkets on the shelves, and a prototype airship model tucked into the corner of his desk.
Cid himself is hardly paying attention to any of that. His gaze is still on Jaskier, who he'd be more than happy to press right up against the wall if Jaskier will let him get away with it. ] Where were we again? I've forgotten already.
can start fading to black/wrap here!
[What's better than more drink? Jaskier doesn't pull from his grasp, stealing a kiss on a roughened cheek before they leave the bar behind (and a pouch of Jaskier's coin.) If anyone sees them going upstairs together, it clearly doesn't make a mark; anyway who is even half a regular at the Sarstina has seen a similar sight a hundred times before.
Jaskier isn't only famous for his singing, after all.
He takes in the room quickly enough; if Cid's mint plants grow an extra inch seemingly out of nowhere, then it clearly has nothing to do with him. It's more unintentional than he means it, especially as distracted as he is.
Jaskier makes his invitation quite obvious when he grabs Cid by the lapels and pulls him in so the bard is trapped against the wall. Or, in this case, the back of the door. He hikes a leg up, locking an ankle behind Cid's.] I don't think you're near old enough to be losing your memory so easily. [He pulls him down, a kiss with much more tongue and a teasing pull of Cid's lower lip with his teeth.] I believe I was about to undress you. Perhaps with a bit of haste.