supersoldier | Abraxas inbox

[After more than a week of Ciri sitting around, sighing, drinking, and hogging all of Mog's attention, Jaskier is quite aware she needs more. More... anything. And while he can push her out himself (and he has insisted she get some fresh air,) Jaskier knows that a second partner in crime will help break through her stubbornness.

It is her own worst enemy sometimes.]

I insist you come by and get Ciri. Invite her to a date, the beach, even a bloody inn if you must. But she needs to do something other than mope.

[It feels unfair to say, but... that is undeniably what she's doing. And he understands, as far as he can. But Jaskier knows -- has proven to himself many times before -- staying inside and drinking heavily only makes one's mind worse.] I'm worried for her.

[It's a good thing that Sephiroth is more than willing to act as a second partner in crime, so to speak. He should hate to call his recent interactions with Ciri a bit like pulling teeth, but that's exactly what it feels like -- it's difficult when she's holed herself up, stubborn, difficult to speak with, while he tries to balance his own military-dictated schedule, making their intersections of free time perhaps less than ideal.]

Is she still keeping to herself?

[Which is perhaps a silly question, he thinks a little too late, given the nature of this message. But when Sephiroth, of all people, declares that someone is "keeping to themselves" a little too much, you know there's a problem afoot.

He follows up with-]

We visited the beach once. Maybe it's time for a second trip.

Well no shite, my boy, why do you think I'm messaging you?

[There's a huff involved somewhere in that message; he can probably feel it. They're bonded by their mutual pigeon hunting and the belief Jaskier has that he might be some sort of weird levitating witch, but if Ciri has to be interested in anyone, Jaskier certainly can't criticize her desires for handsome weird levitating witches.]

Good, yes! That's perfect. I know she enjoys Aquila's beaches. I'm giving her enough coin for the two of you to do whatever you wish. I only ask that you show her a good time.

[And maybe normal uncles would stop there.]

You know, perhaps the sort of good times neither I nor Geralt could provide her.

[It's a retort that comes deservedly. He might not know Jaskier all too well, despite existing in the same social circles by way of being close to Ciri (and perhaps he should remedy this someday, unless he's forever known as a levitating witch), but his guardianship role is more than clear. He exudes the uncle vibes for sure, is what I'm saying.]

That's generous. I'll make it up to you some time.

[As thanks. Even if it isn't expected.

And a part of him thinks that it'll be left at that, maybe with a few parting words of encouragement, but the next statement sure does happen. Sephiroth pauses, trying to discern how to reply to that.]

I don't know how to respond to that.

[Nailed it.]

Please. I'm not doing you a favor.

[Not that he wouldn't -- Ciri's current beau does get certain favors, whether Jaskier thinks highly of him or not (to be honest, his thoughts are rather neutral besides "levitating witch"). And he will not do anything to piss Ciri off, mostly because she's sort of terrifying in her own right.

He can respect Sephiroth finding that attractive. Because, honestly, that's probably it.]

You can say something encouraging like, "I'll try my best!"

[This conversation should've probably been over by now.]

Forget I said any of that and ensure she has a good time.

I'll try my best.

[Hard to tell over text whether that is wry, sincere, or a strange combination of both. Perhaps they should move this conversation forward from topics he doesn't know how to handle over the mental network. Or ever.]

And I'll take care of her. I promise. I want to see her back to how she was before.

Abraxas inbox

beginning of june / post demon-dean

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject