[ He does expect a teasing comment; maybe even a biting one. That's how they've always been and when it doesn't come, Geralt finds himself peering at his friend instead: searching, wondering, and not quite asking. It needn't be asked. Just—
Hm.
He sits back, a pleasant hum over his skin. Later, he might think about this moment. Or he might not. Either way, it isn't a bad memory, not even close. A rare shard in his life not wrapped in shadows.
And he can't say he minds the marks he left behind. He touched one now, just at the side of Jaskier's neck. He says nothing of it, but the quiet, vaguely intrigued sound he makes in response to it is plenty commentary coming from him. He's known Jaskier for a long time. But occasionally, it seems he can still learn something new. ]
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Hm.
He sits back, a pleasant hum over his skin. Later, he might think about this moment. Or he might not. Either way, it isn't a bad memory, not even close. A rare shard in his life not wrapped in shadows.
And he can't say he minds the marks he left behind. He touched one now, just at the side of Jaskier's neck. He says nothing of it, but the quiet, vaguely intrigued sound he makes in response to it is plenty commentary coming from him. He's known Jaskier for a long time. But occasionally, it seems he can still learn something new. ]