There are precious few things Yennefer could have said that would have endeared her more to Jaskier than asking who the hell Valdo Marx was. His grin split his face as he pulls her head back a bit and cups water in one hand to rinse her long dark hair. He looks positively elated, even as she corrects him about his own status as a horrible cad.
He is, apparently, a brilliant cad.
He could love her, he realizes, with his whole heart for as long as she would allow it.
"Oh, I've known Valdo Marx for quite a while," Jaskier tells her. "He's a pompous, bloviating, lackluster minstrel with a tin ear and clumsy fingers. He is deadset on ruining my reputation and will not shut up about his own--he is the worst--"
Jaskier smooths her hair back from her forehead and sighs, flatly.
"He is also my ex." Which, he felt, explained quite a lot about their animosity. "Did you know I actually tried to wish him dead with that Djinn? I believe I requested apoplexy, specifically. I know, I know, but he did steal my songs and cheat on me with a patron and muse--it was warranted."
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He is, apparently, a brilliant cad.
He could love her, he realizes, with his whole heart for as long as she would allow it.
"Oh, I've known Valdo Marx for quite a while," Jaskier tells her. "He's a pompous, bloviating, lackluster minstrel with a tin ear and clumsy fingers. He is deadset on ruining my reputation and will not shut up about his own--he is the worst--"
Jaskier smooths her hair back from her forehead and sighs, flatly.
"He is also my ex." Which, he felt, explained quite a lot about their animosity. "Did you know I actually tried to wish him dead with that Djinn? I believe I requested apoplexy, specifically. I know, I know, but he did steal my songs and cheat on me with a patron and muse--it was warranted."