[Jaskier has certainly found an appreciation for simplicity he may not have had before. Where he once would have gone for something much more exciting -- bindings or even some sort of leather strap, if he was feeling particularly frisky, he can't --
He balks from the idea now. It's too much. It's --
He can trust Geralt not to go too far. Funny he should even consider it a concern, that he should even think it at all.
Jaskier closes his eyes as the silk goes on top of them, pressing against his eyelashes. There is no mistaking what's there, that his senses are cut off, but there is also no mistaking who he's with. Even from the weight of Geralt against him. The way scarred fingertips feel on his skin.
His lips quirk into a smile. Soft of him. Isn't it? Jaskier's answer immediately is a light hum. Blind now, he finds Geralt's arms and drags his fingertips up the swell of them.] I feel you pondering. Good thoughts, I hope?
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He balks from the idea now. It's too much. It's --
He can trust Geralt not to go too far. Funny he should even consider it a concern, that he should even think it at all.
Jaskier closes his eyes as the silk goes on top of them, pressing against his eyelashes. There is no mistaking what's there, that his senses are cut off, but there is also no mistaking who he's with. Even from the weight of Geralt against him. The way scarred fingertips feel on his skin.
His lips quirk into a smile. Soft of him. Isn't it? Jaskier's answer immediately is a light hum. Blind now, he finds Geralt's arms and drags his fingertips up the swell of them.] I feel you pondering. Good thoughts, I hope?