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.
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. ]
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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.
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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. ]