Geralt does as he's told without hesitation, and it's the kind of gesture that makes Jaskier feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Can't the other witchers see this, understand its meaning? How can Jaskier not follow this man when he tells him so much with a simple sign? It should be so obvious! People are always complaining about how verbose Jaskier is, how actions speak louder than words yet fail to see it when that actually happens.
See, words are important because witchers are dumbasses.
It's really nice to see how their routine is kept even after that year apart and is adapted to the walls of Kaer Morhen, even under the curious eyes of Geralt's brothers - he leans back against the wall of the bath and Jaskier instantly understands what is being asked from him, so he wastes no time in climbing and sitting behind Geralt, legs lazily resting over the witcher's broad shoulders. Jaskier has never been shy (and even if he had been, the road would've cured him of it pretty quickly) but right now he feels a bit exposed anyway - his dick is quickly hidden between his thighs and behind Geralt's head so hopefully Lambert won't try to bring attention to it (Jaskier isn't small by any means, but next to these witchers? any human could develop a complex), and then there's the subject of his new scars, which he isn't used to quite yet. It's not like witchers would even care about scars, considering the obvious, but what he yelled at Vesemir the other day may make them curious.
Any questioning may make Geralt feel like crap, and Jaskier wants to avoid that. Less guilt, more purring.
"A novelty!" he comments with a laugh, letting his fingers run through Geralt's hair now that it's been rinsed to avoid any future tangling. He's thorough and gentle, only allowing his nails to scratch Geralt's scalp in a playful way - not hurting, but teasing, wishing for the purring to return. "As an artist and trendsetter, I shall take that as a compliment."
Once the white hair is properly slicked back and out of the way, Jaskier picks a new soap (because you can't use the same soap on your hair and your skin, obviously!) and, after tilting Geralt's head back a bit and dropping a kiss on his nose (Lambert makes fake gagging noises), he starts soaping out that handsome chin that he's sure could break rocks.
"Let's see... we met shortly after I left Oxenfurt so that makes it... twenty-four! Twenty-four years. Hear that, Geralt? Next year is our silver anniversary." The tone of his voice implies something special shall be done for the occasion. Now the witcher's face is white with lather to match his hair, Jaskier changes soap for blade and starts shaving after whispering blade incoming as a warning, his touch as gentle and careful as if he were changing the strings of his lute. Geralt is good at staying still, so he makes his job extra easy.
"This is our first winter together, however," he continues to speak unaware of the staring his current grooming tool is getting from the witchers in the other pool. Jaskier's attention is on Geralt's face (and the grass is green!). "We've gone on our separate ways on more than one occasion, as the lives of two wanderers demanded it. But absence makes the heart grow fonder, does it not?"
The year apart after the dragon hunt surely helped Geralt see things from a new perspective, Jaskier thinks. He would've prefered it to happen with less pain, insults and arguments, but he can't argue against the results.
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See, words are important because witchers are dumbasses.
It's really nice to see how their routine is kept even after that year apart and is adapted to the walls of Kaer Morhen, even under the curious eyes of Geralt's brothers - he leans back against the wall of the bath and Jaskier instantly understands what is being asked from him, so he wastes no time in climbing and sitting behind Geralt, legs lazily resting over the witcher's broad shoulders. Jaskier has never been shy (and even if he had been, the road would've cured him of it pretty quickly) but right now he feels a bit exposed anyway - his dick is quickly hidden between his thighs and behind Geralt's head so hopefully Lambert won't try to bring attention to it (Jaskier isn't small by any means, but next to these witchers? any human could develop a complex), and then there's the subject of his new scars, which he isn't used to quite yet. It's not like witchers would even care about scars, considering the obvious, but what he yelled at Vesemir the other day may make them curious.
Any questioning may make Geralt feel like crap, and Jaskier wants to avoid that. Less guilt, more purring.
"A novelty!" he comments with a laugh, letting his fingers run through Geralt's hair now that it's been rinsed to avoid any future tangling. He's thorough and gentle, only allowing his nails to scratch Geralt's scalp in a playful way - not hurting, but teasing, wishing for the purring to return. "As an artist and trendsetter, I shall take that as a compliment."
Once the white hair is properly slicked back and out of the way, Jaskier picks a new soap (because you can't use the same soap on your hair and your skin, obviously!) and, after tilting Geralt's head back a bit and dropping a kiss on his nose (Lambert makes fake gagging noises), he starts soaping out that handsome chin that he's sure could break rocks.
"Let's see... we met shortly after I left Oxenfurt so that makes it... twenty-four! Twenty-four years. Hear that, Geralt? Next year is our silver anniversary." The tone of his voice implies something special shall be done for the occasion. Now the witcher's face is white with lather to match his hair, Jaskier changes soap for blade and starts shaving after whispering blade incoming as a warning, his touch as gentle and careful as if he were changing the strings of his lute. Geralt is good at staying still, so he makes his job extra easy.
"This is our first winter together, however," he continues to speak unaware of the staring his current grooming tool is getting from the witchers in the other pool. Jaskier's attention is on Geralt's face (and the grass is green!). "We've gone on our separate ways on more than one occasion, as the lives of two wanderers demanded it. But absence makes the heart grow fonder, does it not?"
The year apart after the dragon hunt surely helped Geralt see things from a new perspective, Jaskier thinks. He would've prefered it to happen with less pain, insults and arguments, but he can't argue against the results.