Jaskier gets to work behind him, tugging the tie loose from his hair and running quick fingers through it to finger-comb a little. It's... nice, the gentle touch against his scalp, the casual intimacy. Nice enough that it makes a little thrill run down his spine, and he has to get a grip on himself so that this situation doesn't turn into something embarrassing for the both of them. And really solidifies the fact that his decision to go out and trawl a few bars with Lambert and Eskel really is necessary-- it's been long enough that his body could easily misconstrue a platonic touch with that of a lover's. He can solve that, though, with one night with a pretty woman that he'll never see again.
The musician asks him a question and he's already offered up a little information about his strange and dysfunctional family. He might as well give a little more.
"No," he says. "Middle. Eskel's a few months older than me."
He'll leave Jaskier to figure out how that works-- for siblings to be only a few months apart instead of at least a full nine. None of them are related.
He's distracted for a bit by the drag of the comb through his hair, the smooth rhythm of it and the indulgence of letting someone touch him this way. He must have had some practice in brushing out long hair-- perhaps because of that sister that Geralt had seen in his Instagram pictures-- because he's gentle when he runs into tangles and knows how to ease them out without tugging too hard. Geralt's not even that gentle with his own hair, he'll rip the comb through if the tangle's being too stubborn. He almost misses the question about his tattoo because he's so enthralled with it.
"Hm, it's nothing, really." Just something gotten when he and Eskel were in their early twenties and Lambert was still technically too young to get a tattoo at all, and they'd lied about his age to get the tattooist to do it. Something that's theirs, because they'd all gone through this same bullshit thing together when they were kids and even if Lambert's a prick and Eskel likes goats too much and Geralt was the surprise disappointment, they'll always be brothers. "A thing from books we all read. About a bunch of monster hunters."
He doesn't move his head to look, because that might dislodge Jaskier from his task, but he makes a little gesture with one hand towards the musician's side. "Ribs are pretty rough to get done."
The tattoo itself is pretty self-explanatory-- musical things for the musician-- but the placement isn't usual for a first-time piece. People usually go for an easier area for the first one, one that won't hurt quite so much or be in an awkward place to take care of.
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The musician asks him a question and he's already offered up a little information about his strange and dysfunctional family. He might as well give a little more.
"No," he says. "Middle. Eskel's a few months older than me."
He'll leave Jaskier to figure out how that works-- for siblings to be only a few months apart instead of at least a full nine. None of them are related.
He's distracted for a bit by the drag of the comb through his hair, the smooth rhythm of it and the indulgence of letting someone touch him this way. He must have had some practice in brushing out long hair-- perhaps because of that sister that Geralt had seen in his Instagram pictures-- because he's gentle when he runs into tangles and knows how to ease them out without tugging too hard. Geralt's not even that gentle with his own hair, he'll rip the comb through if the tangle's being too stubborn. He almost misses the question about his tattoo because he's so enthralled with it.
"Hm, it's nothing, really." Just something gotten when he and Eskel were in their early twenties and Lambert was still technically too young to get a tattoo at all, and they'd lied about his age to get the tattooist to do it. Something that's theirs, because they'd all gone through this same bullshit thing together when they were kids and even if Lambert's a prick and Eskel likes goats too much and Geralt was the surprise disappointment, they'll always be brothers. "A thing from books we all read. About a bunch of monster hunters."
He doesn't move his head to look, because that might dislodge Jaskier from his task, but he makes a little gesture with one hand towards the musician's side. "Ribs are pretty rough to get done."
The tattoo itself is pretty self-explanatory-- musical things for the musician-- but the placement isn't usual for a first-time piece. People usually go for an easier area for the first one, one that won't hurt quite so much or be in an awkward place to take care of.