There are a few blissful minutes where Geralt just lets his mind drift, lulled by Jaskier's clever fingers and the soft, soothing sound of his voice. There's only a brief moment where his heart does something strange, this odd little uptick in its rhythm that only lasts for a beat or two. But it's so transient a phenomenon that Geralt isn't concerned; he'll just make sure that Jaskier doesn't soak for too long in the hot water and overstress himself.
This is good. He is home, the people that he cares for are safe, and he is in a bath, surrounded by Jaskier's scents-- the same ones that had haunted him while they were parted, that lingered in hidden corners of his belongings for months after he had gone. Where once they had caused grief, now contentment.
It is, in fact, so perfect a moment that it's impossible for it to be sustained. He hears the sounds of his brothers' approach before they're within view, but Geralt is too relaxed to bother moving-- at least, until Lambert speaks, drawing attention to the fact that he has been purring this whole time and hadn't even realized. He clamps down on the sound immediately, cutting it off abruptly even though it's far too late to hide it. Both Eskel and Lambert know what that sound is, even if none of them have probably done it since they were children. Surprisingly, though, it's Jaskier who takes the greatest offense to the whole thing, rearing up with a bar of soap to fling it at Lambert's face. The witcher catches it, of course, but he clearly wasn't expecting that response.
"What's got you up at arms, bard? You kiss Geralt with that mouth?" Lambert tosses the bar of soap back into the bath; Jaskier will have to fish for it. He keeps walking towards the steaming pools, some six feet of naked witcher aiming for the pool a tier above the one that Geralt and Jaskier had claimed. "Your bedwarmer's a menace, Geralt, and he's got you wrapped around his fingers. Purring, what are you, ten?"
Eskel's following not far behind, and he says "Leave him alone, Lambert," at the same time that Geralt grumbles "Fuck off, Lambert,". The witcher in question makes a dismissive gesture as he steps into the bath, undeterred by both of his brothers' admonishments as he gets himself comfortable in the hot water. Eskel stops by the lower bath, gives Jaskier an apologetic look.
"He's been in a mood all morning, don't take it personally."
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This is good. He is home, the people that he cares for are safe, and he is in a bath, surrounded by Jaskier's scents-- the same ones that had haunted him while they were parted, that lingered in hidden corners of his belongings for months after he had gone. Where once they had caused grief, now contentment.
It is, in fact, so perfect a moment that it's impossible for it to be sustained. He hears the sounds of his brothers' approach before they're within view, but Geralt is too relaxed to bother moving-- at least, until Lambert speaks, drawing attention to the fact that he has been purring this whole time and hadn't even realized. He clamps down on the sound immediately, cutting it off abruptly even though it's far too late to hide it. Both Eskel and Lambert know what that sound is, even if none of them have probably done it since they were children. Surprisingly, though, it's Jaskier who takes the greatest offense to the whole thing, rearing up with a bar of soap to fling it at Lambert's face. The witcher catches it, of course, but he clearly wasn't expecting that response.
"What's got you up at arms, bard? You kiss Geralt with that mouth?" Lambert tosses the bar of soap back into the bath; Jaskier will have to fish for it. He keeps walking towards the steaming pools, some six feet of naked witcher aiming for the pool a tier above the one that Geralt and Jaskier had claimed. "Your bedwarmer's a menace, Geralt, and he's got you wrapped around his fingers. Purring, what are you, ten?"
Eskel's following not far behind, and he says "Leave him alone, Lambert," at the same time that Geralt grumbles "Fuck off, Lambert,". The witcher in question makes a dismissive gesture as he steps into the bath, undeterred by both of his brothers' admonishments as he gets himself comfortable in the hot water. Eskel stops by the lower bath, gives Jaskier an apologetic look.
"He's been in a mood all morning, don't take it personally."