[ on the first night of yule, if larus stops by the brothel, he'll find a small gift bag hanging on the window handle with a tag that reads his name in an elegant script. inside, he'll find a key hanging from a delicate gold chain and a small note. it reads: ]
My dear Larus, Know that you are always welcome within these four walls, whether I'm there to share them with you or not.
[ it's the variation of a tradition he's seen and heard mentions of throughout duplicity, but there had never really been something like this back in the dusk. (if there was, he hadn't been aware of it.) and even his own home had only minor gift exchanges—mostly birthdays and anniversaries and maybe weddings. so, it's not completely unexpected, but larus' feelings about the contents of the bag settle heavy in his chest.
he'd climbed into jaskier's room to look inside and read the message, findig it to be currently unoccupied by a certain bard. ]
i'm not particularly good at gifts, but thank you.
[ there's more he should say in the text he sends, settling for running his fingers over the closing sentence of the note instead. ]
[ he's busy dropping off the rest of his gifts for the season when his device notifies him of a message. reading it, jaskier smiles a bit to himself, pausing to send a response. ]
You don't have to be, darling. I would never ask you to be anyone other than who you are.
A gift doesn't always have to be something tangible. Just giving something to a person doesn't count. It has to mean something. It has to express how you feel about the other person. Otherwise, there's no point.
To me, seeing you when I can, that is enough of a gift for me.
[ that's not why he was asking, but he should have known. for a moment, he wants to withdraw from this, stay away and keep his heart guarded. yet, he's never going to get anywhere or make any progress if he does. besides, he owes jaskier that much. ]
whenever i see you next, i want to tell you a story. i think it might express how i feel about you.
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yule gift - forward dated to dec. 21
My dear Larus,
Know that you are always welcome within these four walls, whether I'm there to share them with you or not.
The same is true for my heart.
Yours, unless you wish otherwise,
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he'd climbed into jaskier's room to look inside and read the message, findig it to be currently unoccupied by a certain bard. ]
i'm not particularly good at gifts, but thank you.
[ there's more he should say in the text he sends, settling for running his fingers over the closing sentence of the note instead. ]
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You don't have to be, darling.
I would never ask you to be anyone other than who you are.
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if you could have anything, what would it be?
[ he's still trying to navigate such things. ]
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Just giving something to a person doesn't count.
It has to mean something.
It has to express how you feel about the other person.
Otherwise, there's no point.
To me, seeing you when I can, that is enough of a gift for me.
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[ that's not why he was asking, but he should have known. for a moment, he wants to withdraw from this, stay away and keep his heart guarded. yet, he's never going to get anywhere or make any progress if he does. besides, he owes jaskier that much. ]
whenever i see you next, i want to tell you a story.
i think it might express how i feel about you.
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Very well. Hopefully that won't be too far in the future.
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it's not something you should be worried about. if that's what you're thinking.
[ he understands bits and pieces of jaskier, but larus knows he can still be too blunt about things sometimes. ]
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I trust you.