[ Of course he likes her. Rinwell is one of the few who gets the dubious honour of having Geralt admit as much easily, even if he will refer to her as the mage girl more than he will her name. She's a quick study, straightforward, and seems content with her books and a good meal. Doesn't ask too many questions, either. And she's good company for Ciri.
Besides, he sees it. The way she looks on occasion when he indicates her to join for supper, the few times he's there in the evenings. Like she both does not expect it and yet is quietly hopeful. He might've been discarded by his mother, but his childhood was not wholly spent alone. So. He thinks, if she wishes to spend hers with them while she's trapped here, he will not take that away from her.
He seats himself on the table, feet planted on a chair, and gathers up some bread and butter. He lets his eyes rake over Jaskier, because he can, and because there are things to appreciate.
He tears the bread in two. Bluntness has always been his trademark, but the coarseness is especially deliberate this time, as though he remembers how he'd been not an hour ago. (Too soft. Too wanting.) Which he doesn't regret. He just doesn't want that aura to linger. ] I planned on fucking you behind that tavern.
[ That's both an admission and maybe a suggestion. It's also all he will say on the topic. For now. ]
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Besides, he sees it. The way she looks on occasion when he indicates her to join for supper, the few times he's there in the evenings. Like she both does not expect it and yet is quietly hopeful. He might've been discarded by his mother, but his childhood was not wholly spent alone. So. He thinks, if she wishes to spend hers with them while she's trapped here, he will not take that away from her.
He seats himself on the table, feet planted on a chair, and gathers up some bread and butter. He lets his eyes rake over Jaskier, because he can, and because there are things to appreciate.
He tears the bread in two. Bluntness has always been his trademark, but the coarseness is especially deliberate this time, as though he remembers how he'd been not an hour ago. (Too soft. Too wanting.) Which he doesn't regret. He just doesn't want that aura to linger. ] I planned on fucking you behind that tavern.
[ That's both an admission and maybe a suggestion. It's also all he will say on the topic. For now. ]