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On the third Tuesday, Jaskier had prepared himself by wearing a pair of stylish blue sunglasses, matching his trousers and jacket, in hopes of shielding himself from Mr Yummy’s incandescent beauty. He needn’t have bothered, for nothing could dim the magnificence of seeing his beloved in a tight blue henley exactly the same shade of Jaskier’s own cornflower blue eyes. Fortunately his dear Ciri had worked a night shift the previous day, so wasn’t there to laugh at his expense when he inevitably swooned. Unfortunately that also meant she was not there to catch him, so he rather ungracefully collapsed onto the nearby bench, nearly scaring the life out of the very same woman he swooned at during his first episode.
“Oh sir, not again!” she exclaimed as she helped him upright on the bench, “I have a bar of chocolate somewhere in here, just a moment” he continued to stare at Mr Yummy from the corner of his eye as the man seemed to sneak glances in his direction at the commotion he had caused.
A cry of “Aha!” brought him out of his studying the way the man’s shirt pulled taught over those delicious chest muscles and a bar was thrust into his face. “Eat this please, we can’t have you nearly passing out for you low blood sugar again.” Her earnest face as she shook the treat in his face had him cringing and meekly nodding as he took it from her hand.
“I’m sorry, I’ll be sure to bring uh something with me from now on, I just um rushed out of the house without my breakfast this morning in fear of missing the train” he nodded along as he lied through his teeth. At which point her concern turned to understandable confusion since the train wasn’t due for another 20 minutes, giving him plenty of time to stop into the coffee shop for something quick to eat. “Yes well, um thank you for your kindness,” he stood up, swaying from side to side. “I’m just going to um pop in and grab a nice ah sugary drink to ensure this doesn’t happen again later” he finished with a “yes” as he nodded to himself and sped-walked into the shop. Where he stayed at the sticky table in the corner, keeping his eyes on his drink and resolutely not looking at Mr Yummy or the poor women on the platform until his train pulled up.
Once in his reserved seat he dialled Ciri, not even allowing her to greet him before bursting out, “it happened again!” and anxiously waiting for her response.
“What? Who is this?” his dear little witch spoke between yawns, “Jaskier? What is going on, I’m trying to sleep.” her voice gradually cleared and her final word was delivered with an annoyed groan.
“Ah yes, my apologies dear but I needed to speak to you urgently and completely forgot you would be getting your beauty rest, not that you need it, after all you are cute as a button and lovely as-”
“Jaskier! What. Do. You. Want?” Well he better make this quick or he was going to lose his cranky morning platform companion.
“It happened again, the um swooning. He just looked so lovely in a tight blue shirt, those delicious muscles were on such clear display, I couldn’t help myself! In fact it was a beautiful cornflower blue colour, almost the same shade as my eyes ” Whilst he talked he could hear Ciri muttering to herself but not what she was saying. “What was that dear?”
She sighed before replying, “Nothing Jaskier, just wondering whether he blushed wearing something so obscenely tight.” Which, actually, that was a very good point. When he thought back to it, the man had a very faint dusting of pink on his chiseled cheeks - oh how adorable! Mr Yummy was shy! Well that just would not do, how could someone as perfect as him be anything but obnoxiously confident in his resplendence. “Well, was he?” Oh, yes she’d asked a question.
“Yes, it was utterly adorable. I would give all the money I possess to see him smile or blush again. By Melitele I would give my lute up to see him do both!” His voice was breathless as he smiled dopily, leaning back in his seat. “I think I may be in love, dear”, and basked in the beautiful silence. “Ciri? Are you still awake dear? Ciri?” after another minute of silence he simply wished her a good sleep and told her he would see her next week.
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In reality, Ciri was not asleep but studying the selfie she had taken with her father before he’d left earlier that morning, in the cornflower blue shirt he’d spent all weekend looking for online. “Idiots” she muttered to herself as she turned to go back to sleep, cuddling Roach’s fur with a sweet smile on her face. They were her idiots.