[Jaskier knows he shouldn’t sing in places like this.
He’s not afraid for himself- he’s very fast when he has to be, and he’s got experience charming (or frustrating, if that option doesn’t work) people enough that they leave him alone most of the time. Still, as much as he tries, as much as he does his best to hide his clothes and mess his hair and basically fall into every stereotype he’s heard of… his mannerisms, his accent, basically everything about him screams ‘out of place’ to anyone who’s looking. He may have been really damn bad at being old money, but he was still raised in it and that’s not something he can just shake away as much as he wishes to.
And oh how he wishes to. No one takes a guitarist seriously in a dirty, smelly, and (most annoyingly) loud place like this, where everyone seems to just be waiting for their next fight, everyone ready to jump at each other’s throats. But those are, sadly, the only places he can get a jig at nowadays and he did not come all the way to America, all the way to New York just to turn away at the first hurdle, to run back and hide in the comfort of a rich family. So singing he does, even if no one listens, even if they hate every second of it and he gets more insults than tips. He has to start somewhere, or so everyone seems to say, and so he plucks away at his guitar, singing songs about adventures he will never have, about dreams that always seem out of his reach and about people that he loved very, very much for a very, very short time.
He’s happy to grab the (meager) tips once he’s done, but the thing is, he’s been around for long enough now that he knows most of the regulars. So the tall, angry man with an aura that screams ‘get the fuck away from me’ catches his attention. And, true to his fashion, he absolutely ignores that aura and walks right towards him. The man also screams ‘adventure’, and Jaskier has never been good at ignoring the call towards that.]
So? [He takes a seat next to him.] What was your opinion? You don’t look like anyone who’s ever heard me sing before.
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timeasmymeasure
idk guess Jaskier is in a modern AU
Date: 2020-02-20 09:34 pm (UTC)He’s not afraid for himself- he’s very fast when he has to be, and he’s got experience charming (or frustrating, if that option doesn’t work) people enough that they leave him alone most of the time. Still, as much as he tries, as much as he does his best to hide his clothes and mess his hair and basically fall into every stereotype he’s heard of… his mannerisms, his accent, basically everything about him screams ‘out of place’ to anyone who’s looking. He may have been really damn bad at being old money, but he was still raised in it and that’s not something he can just shake away as much as he wishes to.
And oh how he wishes to. No one takes a guitarist seriously in a dirty, smelly, and (most annoyingly) loud place like this, where everyone seems to just be waiting for their next fight, everyone ready to jump at each other’s throats. But those are, sadly, the only places he can get a jig at nowadays and he did not come all the way to America, all the way to New York just to turn away at the first hurdle, to run back and hide in the comfort of a rich family. So singing he does, even if no one listens, even if they hate every second of it and he gets more insults than tips. He has to start somewhere, or so everyone seems to say, and so he plucks away at his guitar, singing songs about adventures he will never have, about dreams that always seem out of his reach and about people that he loved very, very much for a very, very short time.
He’s happy to grab the (meager) tips once he’s done, but the thing is, he’s been around for long enough now that he knows most of the regulars. So the tall, angry man with an aura that screams ‘get the fuck away from me’ catches his attention. And, true to his fashion, he absolutely ignores that aura and walks right towards him. The man also screams ‘adventure’, and Jaskier has never been good at ignoring the call towards that.]
So? [He takes a seat next to him.] What was your opinion? You don’t look like anyone who’s ever heard me sing before.