Indeed, there's an affirmation hidden in that hmm, and Jaskier finds himself delighted to discover he still has it, he can still read and understand Geralt like few people can. Despite everything that has happened... or should it be including? Because Geralt has loosened his grasp, but hasn't pushed him away yet. It can't be said he's doing it for the sake of Jaskier's nightmares anymore.
Whatever you want.
The hand on Geralt's cheek pulls a little back, only leaving calloused fingertips that brush the pale skin of the witcher's neck. Bare and trusting, Geralt would -and has- let Jaskier put a blade against it, not questions asked. They have been close enough to breathe the same air before and yet... something changed last night. For the better.
Whatever you want.
The question is what makes him snap out of it, reminding him of the less happy happenings of their reunion. Right, wounds and soldiers going after them, that's a thing. Danger makes emotions run higher and more tense, Jaskier reminds himself. They'll be back on the road soon, back to their usual routine. He should wait for them to fall back into that, finish mending their friendship and get used to these little changes before doing anything daring (maybe even stupid). Geralt often offers things with out thinking - he means them, but they also overwhelm him (so much for not getting involved, Jaskier would often say) and Jaskier doesn't want to scare him off so soon.
After all, they have all winter.
"Good! I feel good. Still a bit sore, but you've done a wonderful job with my injuries. And I've taken a magnificent rest." Okay, sure, the nightmares weren't fun, but after that? Cuddling Geralt truly has made it a wonderful way to sleep - deep and safe. It's over now, though, and he shouldn't overpush his stay, so he climbs off Geralt's lap, still carrying his cloak with him. Not letting go of it any time soon, thank you. "We should start planning our trip to Kaer Morhen. We'll need coin, correct?"
The tip of Jaskier's tongue peeks out, a gesture that always happens when he's deep in thought. "Oxenfurt. Two days, three at most, no more, I promise. A couple of guest lectures could grant me all the coin we need." We, not I. Traveling together again means it's also their money and their supplies. "Plenty of drowners to kill too. Easy hunts to lay low."
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Whatever you want.
The hand on Geralt's cheek pulls a little back, only leaving calloused fingertips that brush the pale skin of the witcher's neck. Bare and trusting, Geralt would -and has- let Jaskier put a blade against it, not questions asked. They have been close enough to breathe the same air before and yet... something changed last night. For the better.
Whatever you want.
The question is what makes him snap out of it, reminding him of the less happy happenings of their reunion. Right, wounds and soldiers going after them, that's a thing. Danger makes emotions run higher and more tense, Jaskier reminds himself. They'll be back on the road soon, back to their usual routine. He should wait for them to fall back into that, finish mending their friendship and get used to these little changes before doing anything daring (maybe even stupid). Geralt often offers things with out thinking - he means them, but they also overwhelm him (so much for not getting involved, Jaskier would often say) and Jaskier doesn't want to scare him off so soon.
After all, they have all winter.
"Good! I feel good. Still a bit sore, but you've done a wonderful job with my injuries. And I've taken a magnificent rest." Okay, sure, the nightmares weren't fun, but after that? Cuddling Geralt truly has made it a wonderful way to sleep - deep and safe. It's over now, though, and he shouldn't overpush his stay, so he climbs off Geralt's lap, still carrying his cloak with him. Not letting go of it any time soon, thank you. "We should start planning our trip to Kaer Morhen. We'll need coin, correct?"
The tip of Jaskier's tongue peeks out, a gesture that always happens when he's deep in thought. "Oxenfurt. Two days, three at most, no more, I promise. A couple of guest lectures could grant me all the coin we need." We, not I. Traveling together again means it's also their money and their supplies. "Plenty of drowners to kill too. Easy hunts to lay low."