[Jaskier takes his bow as his expression of gratitude and humility just as every proper performer and musician ought to during the adulation from the audience no matter the size of it. But that part is a bit rote for the moment as, in contrast to Tech, Jaskier's emotions are not so quickly ushered away.]
[For a year, Jaskier's heart hadn't been into revisiting his songs about his old friend. He played them still, of course, and everyone was none the wiser that the words felt hollow to him in those moments, but he hated it every second of it. After decades of feeling as though he'd written the truth, it felt as though he'd only been like every other bard and written so many embellishments that the truth was lost. Only he had been stupid enough to believe his own fiction and most bards had the awareness they were full of shit. So, that's when the other songs started to come to him and he filled them with everything he wanted to say on that mountain peak when Geralt deemed one of the things Jaskier treasured most in this world as his greatest burden and curse. And even if it was anger and it never lasted as long as Jaskier would have wanted, it was better than that hollow grief taking up residence in his chest the whole time.]
[Jaskier didn't fully know what it would be like to sing something like that again until he was singing it, but he's pleased with the outcome. Even if there's still some work to be done as far as his friendship with Geralt is concerned, forgiving him still doesn't feel like the wrong choice, and the man in his songs doesn't quite sound so made up anymore. Connecting with his music and capturing those feelings again was exactly what Jaskier needed after the shit day he's had.]
[Jaskier draws a breath, returning to the present, more attentive to the fact Tech genuinely enjoyed the performance.]
If I were you, I would tell them not to even bother. [He grins at Tech as he wanders back over, elbowing him gently in the ribs as he begins to tease. One song and a bit of praise, and Jaskier's spirits are definitely lifted.] Why let them embarrass themselves like that? Or, worse yet, subject yourself to a lesser experience? You are a god, aren't you?
[Jaskier suddenly perks up even further as though something has just occurred to him.]
Ooh, I'll have to add that to my credentials. Jaskier, graduate of the seven liberal arts at the University of Oxenfurt and beloved bard of the gods. Now that is a name!
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[For a year, Jaskier's heart hadn't been into revisiting his songs about his old friend. He played them still, of course, and everyone was none the wiser that the words felt hollow to him in those moments, but he hated it every second of it. After decades of feeling as though he'd written the truth, it felt as though he'd only been like every other bard and written so many embellishments that the truth was lost. Only he had been stupid enough to believe his own fiction and most bards had the awareness they were full of shit. So, that's when the other songs started to come to him and he filled them with everything he wanted to say on that mountain peak when Geralt deemed one of the things Jaskier treasured most in this world as his greatest burden and curse. And even if it was anger and it never lasted as long as Jaskier would have wanted, it was better than that hollow grief taking up residence in his chest the whole time.]
[Jaskier didn't fully know what it would be like to sing something like that again until he was singing it, but he's pleased with the outcome. Even if there's still some work to be done as far as his friendship with Geralt is concerned, forgiving him still doesn't feel like the wrong choice, and the man in his songs doesn't quite sound so made up anymore. Connecting with his music and capturing those feelings again was exactly what Jaskier needed after the shit day he's had.]
[Jaskier draws a breath, returning to the present, more attentive to the fact Tech genuinely enjoyed the performance.]
If I were you, I would tell them not to even bother. [He grins at Tech as he wanders back over, elbowing him gently in the ribs as he begins to tease. One song and a bit of praise, and Jaskier's spirits are definitely lifted.] Why let them embarrass themselves like that? Or, worse yet, subject yourself to a lesser experience? You are a god, aren't you?
[Jaskier suddenly perks up even further as though something has just occurred to him.]
Ooh, I'll have to add that to my credentials. Jaskier, graduate of the seven liberal arts at the University of Oxenfurt and beloved bard of the gods. Now that is a name!