[ The warmth of Jaskier's body pressed to his is nice. His hand teases along Jaskier's spine with a gentle upward motion. ]
That's because you look for it. Not everyone's gonna see what you see, even after hearing your music. But some will. And it's nice you can share that greatness with others.
[ He shifts across Jaskier for a moment, reaching into a drawer where he pulls out a couple of bottles of nail polish. Clearly, he had been poking around the mansion and might have swiped these from one of the makeover counters. But he figures they won't miss them. The colors range from black to pastel purples, blues and pinks. Dylan takes a moment to bring each bottle up to Jaskier's outfit, trying to find the best fit and ultimately settles on the pink. He takes that one and the black and then gives each bottle a good shake. ]
Do you find it limiting being stuck here with roughly about a hundred people? I mean, back home you had a whole world of people to sing about and adore. Here, it's like...well, probably more people went to one of your shows back home than are here for redemption.
[ It might seem almost claustrophobic compared to what Jaskier is used to. But Dylan is genuinely curious about Jaskier's opinion. And although Dylan currently has both bottles open and is working on applying them in an alternating pattern on his nails (black, pink, black, pink, black) -- he's fully listening to what Jaskier's saying. It's just hard for Dylan to ever sit still terribly long. ]
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That's because you look for it. Not everyone's gonna see what you see, even after hearing your music. But some will. And it's nice you can share that greatness with others.
[ He shifts across Jaskier for a moment, reaching into a drawer where he pulls out a couple of bottles of nail polish. Clearly, he had been poking around the mansion and might have swiped these from one of the makeover counters. But he figures they won't miss them. The colors range from black to pastel purples, blues and pinks. Dylan takes a moment to bring each bottle up to Jaskier's outfit, trying to find the best fit and ultimately settles on the pink. He takes that one and the black and then gives each bottle a good shake. ]
Do you find it limiting being stuck here with roughly about a hundred people? I mean, back home you had a whole world of people to sing about and adore. Here, it's like...well, probably more people went to one of your shows back home than are here for redemption.
[ It might seem almost claustrophobic compared to what Jaskier is used to. But Dylan is genuinely curious about Jaskier's opinion. And although Dylan currently has both bottles open and is working on applying them in an alternating pattern on his nails (black, pink, black, pink, black) -- he's fully listening to what Jaskier's saying. It's just hard for Dylan to ever sit still terribly long. ]