Well, consider the apology both accepted and unnecessary! All's well that ends well, so it doesn't matter whose gift arrived first or anything. We've both been properly pampered, and that's all that matters, I'm sure you'll agree. ;)
And you'd think Dimitri would be blushing like crazy, wouldn't you? But it's exactly the opposite - he's been killing all of us with utterly earnest romance. I mean no insult to your craft when I say no poetry you weave could compare - it's just a reflection of exactly how assiduous and intense he is about making sure we all know every facet of what he loves about us. It's downright excessive; I don't know how I'm supposed to survive. How can you look into the eye of a man like Dimitri, while he tells you every detail of how perfect he thinks you are, and know that he means every word with the whole of his heart? Hearts weren't made to take this, Jaskier.
Anyway, long story short, what I meant to say is that you think he'd be embarrassed, but mostly he's been eagerly preoccupied with having the chance to pamper us all the way he feels we deserve, so he hasn't had any time to spare to be self-conscious. He's just been embarrassing all the rest of us. I know you'd take incredible amusement and satisfaction in seeing him reduce me to the flushing speechlessness of a schoolgirl.
I have to say, the fashion of the islands manages to look even more stunning on you than what the cold weather forced you to wear here, and I'd previously thought your looks could hardly be improved from there. It just goes to show there's always a new pinnacle to reach for, isn't there? And that tan! Don't chalk it all up to my own personal biases when I say that you're even more ravishing with darker skin.
As for undressing me among the waves...isn't it convenient how there are far fewer barriers to remove in warmer weather? ;D
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And you'd think Dimitri would be blushing like crazy, wouldn't you? But it's exactly the opposite - he's been killing all of us with utterly earnest romance. I mean no insult to your craft when I say no poetry you weave could compare - it's just a reflection of exactly how assiduous and intense he is about making sure we all know every facet of what he loves about us. It's downright excessive; I don't know how I'm supposed to survive. How can you look into the eye of a man like Dimitri, while he tells you every detail of how perfect he thinks you are, and know that he means every word with the whole of his heart? Hearts weren't made to take this, Jaskier.
Anyway, long story short, what I meant to say is that you think he'd be embarrassed, but mostly he's been eagerly preoccupied with having the chance to pamper us all the way he feels we deserve, so he hasn't had any time to spare to be self-conscious. He's just been embarrassing all the rest of us. I know you'd take incredible amusement and satisfaction in seeing him reduce me to the flushing speechlessness of a schoolgirl.
I have to say, the fashion of the islands manages to look even more stunning on you than what the cold weather forced you to wear here, and I'd previously thought your looks could hardly be improved from there. It just goes to show there's always a new pinnacle to reach for, isn't there? And that tan! Don't chalk it all up to my own personal biases when I say that you're even more ravishing with darker skin.
As for undressing me among the waves...isn't it convenient how there are far fewer barriers to remove in warmer weather? ;D