![]() The smell of ale and wood smoke permeated your nose as you snorted, scanning the opposite end of the room in hope of finding anything else to watch other than the performance in front of you. His charisma, you knew, he used to collect the money for the food and board during your travels, but you couldn’t help but feel awful every time your boyfriend took the hand of another beautiful cloaked woman, slightly tipsy, kissing her hand with overdramatic fervour. Picking up another coin tossed at his feet, his attention turned to the blonde haired woman who had throne it. ‘Toss a coin to your witcher, oh valley of plenty…’ Hour after hour you had sat in that small building, watching the innkeeper get more and more annoyed as Jaskier worked the room, doing his rounds and performing his usual antics that made your chest ache and tighten with every note and wink. The melting wax dripped from the white candles as they began to burn down to their wicks, the fireplace by your shoulder a dim light during this stormy night, burning against your skin. Geralt had already downed his pint of ale, leaving your side with a groan at the bard as he left to tend to Roach as he, as Geralt had put, was ‘better company than Jaskier would ever be.’ #The rest of my days windowsThe entry door and few dull windows in this lowly tavern were your only solace for the night. Of course darling, I really hope you’re feeling better! <3 And if I'm being honest, he got me doing it too.Request: Hello lovely person! Hope you’re doing okay! Was wondering if you could write me something with Jaskier from The Witcher? I haven’t been feeling my best lately, so could I have something where the female reader is feeling very insecure about herself, and thinks she is very ugly, so Jaskier comforts her by telling her she is very beautiful, cuddling her, stroking/braiding her hair, wiping her tears, etc. Just a man moving his body along with a song, in the best way he knows how. This video offers a respite from the stream of loud and overstimulating feeds-no choreography, no pretence and no statements of any kind to be analyzed. It's intoxicating to watch, perhaps due to the abundant consumption of content we're now privy to in our collective self isolation. Imagery that isn't missed in the music video directed by Jack Antoine Charlot, as a computer-generated version of S+C+A+R+R dances along in a sensory-deprived space. The early aughts dance club influences tear through in vivid flashbacks of carefree shuffles and strobing lights. Helped along by producer Dan Levy (of the French indie pop duo The dø), the melody is irresistible, the percussions absolutely infectious, and the playful synths as warm as city lights brightening a night sky. With only a handful of singles out, "The Rest Of My Days" seems to appoint itself as a defining marker of his particular indie-pop brand. No, it's that he's able to invoke so much familiarity with only one music video-his first, for newly released single "The Rest Of My Days"-that truly makes his talent so charmingly disturbing. And it's not the fact that his bio consists of a one-line introduction, or that his auto-tuned vocals leave much to the imagination. There is something unnerving about S+C+A+R+R. ![]()
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