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Jaskier "old-timey fuckboy" Alfred Pankratz ([personal profile] cointosser) wrote2021-04-12 08:58 pm
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[personal profile] gynvael 2021-11-21 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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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[personal profile] gynvael 2021-11-21 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ He rolls his eyes. Some of the spell breaks, though not in an unpleasant way. He lets Jaskier have the kiss, because he wants it, too, but this time instead of pulling back when it's over, he gives Jaskier a light push away. ]

Like you fucked a bruxa.

[ There's fondness that he doesn't try to pretend isn't lingering. Geralt doesn't often stop to deeply examine what he's feeling and he doesn't do so now. He knows he enjoyed it, that Jaskier did as well, and that's enough. What else may be there is inconsequential.

The rest of their time is no less easy. Eventually, he hauls himself out of the bath, throws a towel at Jaskier's face, and does, in fact, wait for the bard outside. Because Jaskier always takes far longer to put himself together than Geralt, who's slipped on his shirt and tied back his still damp hair with little care.

It's a warm night, but no longer oppressive with the heat of two months ago. For a moment, he can almost say being here isn't the worst thing. ]
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[personal profile] gynvael 2021-11-21 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't glance over when Jaskier appears beside him, but he does move to fall into step with him as they begin to walk. Geralt had not pursued this between them for how it might change things; in fact, he'd done it explicitly for the opposite. A small reprieve that will leave no lasting consequences and that's what he wants. Other than that he now knows, without a doubt, that Jaskier has a certain strength in his fingers. ]

Worried you'll not make it without the mage girl?

[ Home. Even he's started to call it home, for ease. It settles strangely on his tongue. Home has been Kaer Morhen and nowhere else. Now he's been in Cadens for three months. Hasn't left far.

Perhaps there are worse places to be. With worse company.

He pushes open the door when they return. Ciri is not here, nor the other two who have started to move in. Hector and Rinwell. Geralt hasn't got any idea what's going on with the former, and he's not asked. Hector contributes and doesn't leave a mess, and Geralt only stops in to sleep or rest in any case. He pulls a jug of ale from the icebox—an invention he can admit is an improvement from what they have on the Continent—and pours a drink for the two of them. ]
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[personal profile] gynvael 2021-11-22 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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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[personal profile] gynvael 2021-11-22 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Uh-huh. Geralt chooses not to explain why he didn't say so, since that necessitates explaining that the reason is because Jaskier's arm was more important. Though he'd gotten a tryst out of it nonetheless, so. One of the better decisions he's made. (A short list.)

Mostly, he's simply glad to see Jaskier both in better spirits and in less pain. He chews on bread that's too fresh for having sat about since yesterday. It's something he's noticed, almost immediately, if only because Geralt is long used to keeping an eye on stores of food. When you travel as much as he does, you know exactly how long certain rations last. And theirs have been lasting.

He almost doesn't want to ask. Unless Jaskier sold his soul to a demon, he's assumed this is just another spell Jaskier has picked up and hasn't said because it isn't flashy and interesting. Useful, though. ]


Don't get ahead of yourself, bard. [ That's not a no. ]
Edited 2021-11-22 15:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] gynvael 2021-11-24 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Distinctly not.

Geralt bats the piece of bread aside, and ends up batting Jaskier aside, too, like a series of annoying flies. ]
Fuck off.

[ It's about as amiable of a fuck off as he ever gives. He lets Jaskier take over the bed, which for tonight will be Jaskier's bed alone. He thinks Jaskier could use the room to stretch out his arm and beyond that, Geralt is content, feels generally at ease, and would rather not spend the night growing increasingly irritated at having a cold foot dug into his spine. (Somehow, Jaskier's feet are always colder than a wraith dipped in ice.)

He makes his bed on the floor instead, where he does half the time anyhow, a pillow propped under his head. If his sleep has been restless as of late, it's a bit less so tonight. ]