To the surprise of nobody, Jaskier enjoys the hell out of being pampered. What does surprise people most of the time, though, is the fact Jaskier enjoys pampering others as well. The enjoyment comes from a mix of many things: he likes pretty things, including pretty people; he likes life's little pleasures, he likes intimacy even if it's not sexual and sharing moments with people, he likes to think dressing up is an art, too, and he's nothing but an artist. So sure, he's had practice thanks to his sister, but that's because he went to her and asked her to teach instead of just being a "side effect" of having a female sibling, as most people usually assume.
The intimacy side of grooming comes with certain vulnerability, too, it can be a little like exposing yourself. And after an afternoon spent being told they aren't really friends? Well, this means a lot to Jaskier. More than once he has to stop himself from letting his hands wander to those broad shoulders and the scars on Geralt's back. He's dying to know how he got them, and he'll sooner or later - they already have a topic to chat about, one Geralt doesn't seem to mind because he keeps offering information about himself without Jaskier having to push too much for it. He couldn't be more delighted.
"You're a middle child!" he exclaims with pleased surprise, his brain not quite catching on that little mathematical issue yet. "So am I! First the writers, now this - turns out we have more in common than we thought, mmh?"
Definitely rubbing this on Lizzie's face later - who is, by the way, the only sibling Jaskier has ever talked about, the only one that has shown up on his social media. He's so pleased by these little discoveries that his mouth is running a little more than usual, without him stopping to think what kind of questions Geralt may ask about it afterward.
The combing slows down and if you ask Jaskier, he'll say it's because he's being careful with all the knots. The truth is, he doesn't want this moment to end. He even considers pretending to struggle to catch the ticks, but he knows trying to touch more than necessary would cross the line into creep-o zone, and so he reminds himself to be thankful Geralt is the kind of manly bloke that isn't against long hair and he can make this grooming session as long as it is already.
"Aww, that's so sweet! Don't call it nothing, you grump. It has meaning for you and your brothers. That makes it important." He's about to ask about those books, but then Geralt makes a question of his own (indirectly, but still) and how can Jaskier not answer? He loves talking about himself, and Geralt actually making conversation is wonderful. "Do you like it?" he asks with a chuckle, his mouth still running without much thinking thanks to the coziness of the moment. "I got it as soon as I got to college. The ear piercings were easy to hide from my parents, but something like this? I had to wait. I consulted many tattoo artists and yeah, some of them were a bit unsure about my choice for a first tattoo. But I knew what I wanted and I wouldn't settle for less."
And that defines Jaskier's view of life for, well-- pretty much everything. For a kid that grew up supposedly having it all, it felt like everything he actually wanted was forbidden. There won't be any of that in his adult life - limits can go fuck themselves. It's Jaskier's way or the highway.
"To quote Beethoven - what I have in my heart and soul must find a way out, that's the reason for music. And one's soul deserves better than a little something on your shoulder, don't you agree?"
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The intimacy side of grooming comes with certain vulnerability, too, it can be a little like exposing yourself. And after an afternoon spent being told they aren't really friends? Well, this means a lot to Jaskier. More than once he has to stop himself from letting his hands wander to those broad shoulders and the scars on Geralt's back. He's dying to know how he got them, and he'll sooner or later - they already have a topic to chat about, one Geralt doesn't seem to mind because he keeps offering information about himself without Jaskier having to push too much for it. He couldn't be more delighted.
"You're a middle child!" he exclaims with pleased surprise, his brain not quite catching on that little mathematical issue yet. "So am I! First the writers, now this - turns out we have more in common than we thought, mmh?"
Definitely rubbing this on Lizzie's face later - who is, by the way, the only sibling Jaskier has ever talked about, the only one that has shown up on his social media. He's so pleased by these little discoveries that his mouth is running a little more than usual, without him stopping to think what kind of questions Geralt may ask about it afterward.
The combing slows down and if you ask Jaskier, he'll say it's because he's being careful with all the knots. The truth is, he doesn't want this moment to end. He even considers pretending to struggle to catch the ticks, but he knows trying to touch more than necessary would cross the line into creep-o zone, and so he reminds himself to be thankful Geralt is the kind of manly bloke that isn't against long hair and he can make this grooming session as long as it is already.
"Aww, that's so sweet! Don't call it nothing, you grump. It has meaning for you and your brothers. That makes it important." He's about to ask about those books, but then Geralt makes a question of his own (indirectly, but still) and how can Jaskier not answer? He loves talking about himself, and Geralt actually making conversation is wonderful. "Do you like it?" he asks with a chuckle, his mouth still running without much thinking thanks to the coziness of the moment. "I got it as soon as I got to college. The ear piercings were easy to hide from my parents, but something like this? I had to wait. I consulted many tattoo artists and yeah, some of them were a bit unsure about my choice for a first tattoo. But I knew what I wanted and I wouldn't settle for less."
And that defines Jaskier's view of life for, well-- pretty much everything. For a kid that grew up supposedly having it all, it felt like everything he actually wanted was forbidden. There won't be any of that in his adult life - limits can go fuck themselves. It's Jaskier's way or the highway.
"To quote Beethoven - what I have in my heart and soul must find a way out, that's the reason for music. And one's soul deserves better than a little something on your shoulder, don't you agree?"