Jaskier chuckles at the comment about Dandelion having the witcher's head, and he nods his agreement. Indeed, he wouldn't allow Geralt (this Geralt anyway, and maybe the one at home once upon a time) to say he hasn't accomplished anything. That would be a big fucking lie, and the only one allowed to lie around here is the bard's artistic license.
Geralt is right, though - Jaskier doesn't want Dandelion's opinion, he wants to know how Geralt truly feels. While he can be impatient at times, he's learned to be better with Geralt, whose words comes slower. Well, again, not this one, but the point stands. Jaskier drinks more wine and finishes his stew, quietly waiting for what the witcher has to say on the matter.
The mention of the Path comes, and for a moment he thinks this conversation is going down a very familiar path. But then Geralt mentions 'a mark on the world', a legacy if you will, and-- fuck. Look at that handsome expression soften, listen to the pride in that deep voice.
This. This is the Geralt he fell in love with.
Dandelion is a lucky bastard, he thinks for what probably is the hundredth time since he arrived in the morning. Still, Jaskier smiles at Geralt, openly and honestly, his scent mostly sweet with affection with that hint of envy that's probably not leaving any time soon.
"You think? You should be content. And very proud. I'm glad you've found a family, Geralt. I'm glad to see you happy. It's the least you deserve." It's weird, saying those words aloud. It's what he once believed, and all those beliefs have become complicated (to say the least) since the mountain. Should he be trusting his heart again? Who even knows anymore. "Does she visit you here? I'd love to meet her. I never got to sing to her the song about her parents' betrothal."
No songs about the White Wolf, he said before, and while that particular ballad isn't about specifically Geralt, he's included in it. So that was a no from Calanthe.
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Geralt is right, though - Jaskier doesn't want Dandelion's opinion, he wants to know how Geralt truly feels. While he can be impatient at times, he's learned to be better with Geralt, whose words comes slower. Well, again, not this one, but the point stands. Jaskier drinks more wine and finishes his stew, quietly waiting for what the witcher has to say on the matter.
The mention of the Path comes, and for a moment he thinks this conversation is going down a very familiar path. But then Geralt mentions 'a mark on the world', a legacy if you will, and-- fuck. Look at that handsome expression soften, listen to the pride in that deep voice.
This. This is the Geralt he fell in love with.
Dandelion is a lucky bastard, he thinks for what probably is the hundredth time since he arrived in the morning. Still, Jaskier smiles at Geralt, openly and honestly, his scent mostly sweet with affection with that hint of envy that's probably not leaving any time soon.
"You think? You should be content. And very proud. I'm glad you've found a family, Geralt. I'm glad to see you happy. It's the least you deserve." It's weird, saying those words aloud. It's what he once believed, and all those beliefs have become complicated (to say the least) since the mountain. Should he be trusting his heart again? Who even knows anymore. "Does she visit you here? I'd love to meet her. I never got to sing to her the song about her parents' betrothal."
No songs about the White Wolf, he said before, and while that particular ballad isn't about specifically Geralt, he's included in it. So that was a no from Calanthe.