What is it that Jaskier said before? You haven't shut me up in twenty years, you won't start now? Well, turns out he was wrong. Jaskier has fallen in shocked silent now.
Is... is he understanding this correctly? Bloody hell. Jaskier's eyes widen, his jaw drops. There's so much to unpack in that little sentence. The fact Geralt wants him to be "safe and content", which makes his heart skip a beat- no, hundreds of beats. The fact Geralt doesn't allow himself to want things, to ask for them, part of the whole witcher bullshit, and that always hurts him to hear.
And frustration, of course, over Geralt assuming to know what Jaskier wants. So this can only mean one thing: yep, there goes the other pillow, hitting him on the back of his head.
"You never ASKED, you horse's arse! I thought I wasn't allowed in Kaer Morhen!" Bump, bump, the pillow continues to come. The aim is far from perfect, considering the fact Jaskier is both tired and emotional, so now it's more hitting Geralt's back than his head. Barely causing anything on that body made of bricks, but damn, it's so satisfying. "I thought you didn't want to share, because guess what, you imbecile wolf, getting you to tell me anything about yourself was like pulling teeth, I didn't even dare to ask about invading your home! You thick, inarticulate witcher, this is why people use words!"
His arm drops when, once again, the anger that fuels him slowly fades and his body remembers how sore it is. Jaskier is panting, so he takes a deep breath and concentrates on the fact Geralt wants him safe and content. Which feels fucking nice, not gonna lie.
"New rule!" He says with a wagging finger. "Not assuming what I want. No taking bloody decisions for me! That's the kind of horseshit that made me run from my parent's house, Geralt. I like my freedom to choose, and you've always respected that. You allow the songbird to travel on the wolf's back, but you've never caged it. It's one of my favorite things about you."
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Is... is he understanding this correctly? Bloody hell. Jaskier's eyes widen, his jaw drops. There's so much to unpack in that little sentence. The fact Geralt wants him to be "safe and content", which makes his heart skip a beat- no, hundreds of beats. The fact Geralt doesn't allow himself to want things, to ask for them, part of the whole witcher bullshit, and that always hurts him to hear.
And frustration, of course, over Geralt assuming to know what Jaskier wants. So this can only mean one thing: yep, there goes the other pillow, hitting him on the back of his head.
"You never ASKED, you horse's arse! I thought I wasn't allowed in Kaer Morhen!" Bump, bump, the pillow continues to come. The aim is far from perfect, considering the fact Jaskier is both tired and emotional, so now it's more hitting Geralt's back than his head. Barely causing anything on that body made of bricks, but damn, it's so satisfying. "I thought you didn't want to share, because guess what, you imbecile wolf, getting you to tell me anything about yourself was like pulling teeth, I didn't even dare to ask about invading your home! You thick, inarticulate witcher, this is why people use words!"
His arm drops when, once again, the anger that fuels him slowly fades and his body remembers how sore it is. Jaskier is panting, so he takes a deep breath and concentrates on the fact Geralt wants him safe and content. Which feels fucking nice, not gonna lie.
"New rule!" He says with a wagging finger. "Not assuming what I want. No taking bloody decisions for me! That's the kind of horseshit that made me run from my parent's house, Geralt. I like my freedom to choose, and you've always respected that. You allow the songbird to travel on the wolf's back, but you've never caged it. It's one of my favorite things about you."