[ Mm. It is the point. But it isn't about what he's looking for; it's about what Jaskier wants. The soft silk materializes, and he thinks he knows. He winds it between his fingers. It smells of floral and pine.
He likes simplicity.
The truth is, he likes familiarity, too. He likes knowing, without question. And with Jaskier, there has never been much by way of questions. Not after two decades of history between them, not when Jaskier remains the only person here who met him before. Before Destiny, before Yennefer, before Ciri. Before so fucking much happened. He doesn't regret being where he is now; he's not one to look back. But perhaps it means something, to have someone who's seen nearly every side of him and has remained his friend.
An old friend, he thinks, brushing Jaskier's hair off his face before he gently wraps the silk over his eyes. He bends down afterwards, letting his teeth nip at the shell of Jaskier's ear. ] Good?
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He likes simplicity.
The truth is, he likes familiarity, too. He likes knowing, without question. And with Jaskier, there has never been much by way of questions. Not after two decades of history between them, not when Jaskier remains the only person here who met him before. Before Destiny, before Yennefer, before Ciri. Before so fucking much happened. He doesn't regret being where he is now; he's not one to look back. But perhaps it means something, to have someone who's seen nearly every side of him and has remained his friend.
An old friend, he thinks, brushing Jaskier's hair off his face before he gently wraps the silk over his eyes. He bends down afterwards, letting his teeth nip at the shell of Jaskier's ear. ] Good?