Distinctly not a no, dear Witcher. [Since he's already taken to calling Jaskier by his title, not his name. A shame. He did enjoy hearing the sound of it. Jaskier pulls a tiny piece of bread off and throws it at Geralt's face, laughing as he leans back in his chair.
It's light. He feels light. He feels as if the shadow of what happened to him will not linger for long. There is light on the horizon. Things will either remain the same, or they will get better. The firmer their foothold in this world becomes, the better.
He drinks his ale and tips his head back. Before he gets up to take over their bed first, he gives Geralt a pat on the shoulder -- and leans down to kiss his cheek. Because he can.] Don't let me occupy your dreams too long, Geralt.
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Distinctly not a no, dear Witcher. [Since he's already taken to calling Jaskier by his title, not his name. A shame. He did enjoy hearing the sound of it. Jaskier pulls a tiny piece of bread off and throws it at Geralt's face, laughing as he leans back in his chair.
It's light. He feels light. He feels as if the shadow of what happened to him will not linger for long. There is light on the horizon. Things will either remain the same, or they will get better. The firmer their foothold in this world becomes, the better.
He drinks his ale and tips his head back. Before he gets up to take over their bed first, he gives Geralt a pat on the shoulder -- and leans down to kiss his cheek. Because he can.] Don't let me occupy your dreams too long, Geralt.