Jaskier is wholly involved in finishing off his own fruit - a stone fruit of some kind, delicious and sweet and juicy enough to make a mess that's wiped off on a handkerchief taken from his pocket. White with some red embroidery, catching sight of the elegantly stitched 'RV' on the edge has Jaskier's expression turning briefly bitter and sad. It's in that state that he comes to awareness he's no longer alone, startling enough to drop the pit of the fruit but not the handkerchief.
He looks like he belongs here, like this. Cloven hoves and brow crowned with twisting antlers.
twisted games
Jaskier is wholly involved in finishing off his own fruit - a stone fruit of some kind, delicious and sweet and juicy enough to make a mess that's wiped off on a handkerchief taken from his pocket. White with some red embroidery, catching sight of the elegantly stitched 'RV' on the edge has Jaskier's expression turning briefly bitter and sad. It's in that state that he comes to awareness he's no longer alone, startling enough to drop the pit of the fruit but not the handkerchief.
He looks like he belongs here, like this. Cloven hoves and brow crowned with twisting antlers.
"Goodness, you startled me!"