"I do," he tells her, more glad of her reassurances than he can properly say, but then she has her fingers tangled in his and she leads him down a narrow alley. There is a small porch on one side of them, a rain gutter on the other, and she asks him to picture somewhere safe and quiet in the city? Somewhere he feels safe and quiet?
It doesn't occur to him that this could be anything but an exercise to calm him down, so Jaskier closes his eyes and does as she bids.
There is a practice room above the old concert hall at the university--it is a narrow space, or was when he was a student, that stored all manner of stands and old boxes of sheet music. It had two small windows that overlooked the school of philosophy and the courtyard. In all his years, nobody had ever snuck up to that room and he had been able to relax and recoup unbothered.
He's sure its still there, though he has no doubt it is covered in dust or filled with even more nonsense. The thought of it is still rather warm and comforting, nevertheless.
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It doesn't occur to him that this could be anything but an exercise to calm him down, so Jaskier closes his eyes and does as she bids.
There is a practice room above the old concert hall at the university--it is a narrow space, or was when he was a student, that stored all manner of stands and old boxes of sheet music. It had two small windows that overlooked the school of philosophy and the courtyard. In all his years, nobody had ever snuck up to that room and he had been able to relax and recoup unbothered.
He's sure its still there, though he has no doubt it is covered in dust or filled with even more nonsense. The thought of it is still rather warm and comforting, nevertheless.