This is...really nice, actually. More than he'd care to admit aloud but the way he relaxes, rolling onto his good side to get comfortable, tracking Jaskier's clever fingers with his bright, golden eyes. He has to admit that the bard is very good at what he does. Even recovering from injury, his fingers dance along the lute strings and his fine tenor voice seems to ring off the stone walls of the little room.
And the song is actually quite funny, in the way bawdy tavern songs are. Eskel's not sure what to make of the way the bard seems to infuse the performance with his own flirtatious charms. It must be very impressive to see him work a crowd though, he thinks.
He dozes off with a smile on his worn-face.
All seems well for a while until something wakes him from his napping. A pain in the wound on his back and then a feeling of something horribly sticky soaking his bandages and running into the sheets.
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Date: 2023-09-01 03:43 am (UTC)And the song is actually quite funny, in the way bawdy tavern songs are. Eskel's not sure what to make of the way the bard seems to infuse the performance with his own flirtatious charms. It must be very impressive to see him work a crowd though, he thinks.
He dozes off with a smile on his worn-face.
All seems well for a while until something wakes him from his napping. A pain in the wound on his back and then a feeling of something horribly sticky soaking his bandages and running into the sheets.