Jaskier can only stare in shock for a couple of seconds, not believing what he's hearing. Sure, he's been all cocky with his not taking no for an answer attitude, but having Geralt accepting to dance with him actually happening is a whole different deal.
The way his heart beats in glee is a song that deserves to be recorded.
Geralt taking his arm helps him snap out of it, and Jaskier smiles so brightly he could light up the entire room just by himself. He's extra aware of the way they're currently touching, which sounds kinda silly, considering all the nursing and bathing he's done for the witcher in the past. But this is different, this is Geralt accepting to be treated with the fine manners he deserves - the gesture itself may be small, but the meaning behind it is huge.
...but of course Geralt isn't happy with being the "wooed lady" in this situation. Jaskier laughs.]
True to be told, I wouldn't know how to decide that when it's two men dancing together. [Jaskier looks around the dance floor when they make it there, trying to get a clue. Mmh.] I suppose for now, we can make use of those couple of inches you have on me. Come here.
[Jaskier steps in front of Geralt and grabs his hands to put them on his waist, which sends a shiver down his spine. Damn it, this shouldn't be different from all those times Geralt has thrown him over his shoulder to get him away from a fight! If anything, there's even less touching! His own hands end up those lovely broad shoulders and Jaskier admits to himself that he's accepted to let Geralt lead because he knows it would do wonders for the witcher's comfort in a strange situation, but also because he simply likes being embraced (or whatever this is) by a big burly man.
This burly man in particular, to be precise.
He's being held.
Awkwardly, but still softly.
By Geralt.
Coming to this realm truly has been a blessing.
They sway from side to side and while Jaskier isn't sure he could call this dancing, it's still nice. Extremely nice. He notices some girls putting their heads on their boyfriends' chests and envy claws at his chest, so he decides not to let that sour the moment and sticks to looking at Geralt while they dance. It's not like it's a hardship, especially when Geralt is looking finer than usual thanks to Jaskier's grooming hand.]
I've always wondered what spending winter with you would be like. [He comments with an amused expression.] I don't think this was included even in my boldest daydreaming.
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That's a yes.
Jaskier can only stare in shock for a couple of seconds, not believing what he's hearing. Sure, he's been all cocky with his not taking no for an answer attitude, but having Geralt accepting to dance with him actually happening is a whole different deal.
The way his heart beats in glee is a song that deserves to be recorded.
Geralt taking his arm helps him snap out of it, and Jaskier smiles so brightly he could light up the entire room just by himself. He's extra aware of the way they're currently touching, which sounds kinda silly, considering all the nursing and bathing he's done for the witcher in the past. But this is different, this is Geralt accepting to be treated with the fine manners he deserves - the gesture itself may be small, but the meaning behind it is huge.
...but of course Geralt isn't happy with being the "wooed lady" in this situation. Jaskier laughs.]
True to be told, I wouldn't know how to decide that when it's two men dancing together. [Jaskier looks around the dance floor when they make it there, trying to get a clue. Mmh.] I suppose for now, we can make use of those couple of inches you have on me. Come here.
[Jaskier steps in front of Geralt and grabs his hands to put them on his waist, which sends a shiver down his spine. Damn it, this shouldn't be different from all those times Geralt has thrown him over his shoulder to get him away from a fight! If anything, there's even less touching! His own hands end up those lovely broad shoulders and Jaskier admits to himself that he's accepted to let Geralt lead because he knows it would do wonders for the witcher's comfort in a strange situation, but also because he simply likes being embraced (or whatever this is) by a big burly man.
This burly man in particular, to be precise.
He's being held.
Awkwardly, but still softly.
By Geralt.
Coming to this realm truly has been a blessing.
They sway from side to side and while Jaskier isn't sure he could call this dancing, it's still nice. Extremely nice. He notices some girls putting their heads on their boyfriends' chests and envy claws at his chest, so he decides not to let that sour the moment and sticks to looking at Geralt while they dance. It's not like it's a hardship, especially when Geralt is looking finer than usual thanks to Jaskier's grooming hand.]
I've always wondered what spending winter with you would be like. [He comments with an amused expression.] I don't think this was included even in my boldest daydreaming.