"Ah yes, this is obviously the face of an unworried man," he replies with all the sarcasm he can muster. The tease is detected, but he wouldn't be Jaskier if he didn't get at least a little bit offended by it. "Oi! Had I powers, I would be a magical wonder!"
He intends to nudge Geralt with his foot for the transgression, but the witcher is now running his hand up his calf and, well. That feels nice. Very nice. Jaskier hums his appreciation - he can truly get used to this touchy Geralt that isn't afraid of PDA. Not that he remembers that this is PDA because for a short moment there, he forgets about the witchers in the other spring. It's just Geralt's hand on his leg and his own oily fingers on the witcher's face and...
And Lambert is a jealous fucking asshole, that's what he is.
Jaskier sticks his tongue out at him, but Eskel gets a sweet smile in return. Damn if the view isn't nice, but this time Jaskier is ready for it, so he can control himself better. "I promise I'll send him to you soon." Coën gets a nod, and Jaskier watches those three fine asses leave for a second before he remembers something that makes him yell after them. "You all owe me a story at dinner!"
They got a full exciting retelling of his first meeting with Geralt and then leave without returning the favor? The nerve.
Their little moment is over, he supposes. Geralt is right, he needs to take him to the library soon, and Eskel awaits him to work. Jaskier drops one last kiss on the witcher's nose before jumping back in the water to properly wash himself - he can be quick when he wants to! He's in the middle of soaping his hair when Geralt makes his request.
"Your file? What for?" He looks at Geralt with a confused look on his face - he would be tilting his head if it wouldn't get soap in his eyes for it. "You don't need to hide your fangs from me. Is it because of Cirilla?"
There no other humans in the keep, so Jaskier doesn't see the point. Unless this is one of those things that only Geralt got, like the white hair? Does he hide the fangs even from his brothers? That would be extra shitty, Kaer Morhen should be the place where Geralt can be himself, free of bigotted judgement!
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He intends to nudge Geralt with his foot for the transgression, but the witcher is now running his hand up his calf and, well. That feels nice. Very nice. Jaskier hums his appreciation - he can truly get used to this touchy Geralt that isn't afraid of PDA. Not that he remembers that this is PDA because for a short moment there, he forgets about the witchers in the other spring. It's just Geralt's hand on his leg and his own oily fingers on the witcher's face and...
And Lambert is a jealous fucking asshole, that's what he is.
Jaskier sticks his tongue out at him, but Eskel gets a sweet smile in return. Damn if the view isn't nice, but this time Jaskier is ready for it, so he can control himself better. "I promise I'll send him to you soon." Coën gets a nod, and Jaskier watches those three fine asses leave for a second before he remembers something that makes him yell after them. "You all owe me a story at dinner!"
They got a full exciting retelling of his first meeting with Geralt and then leave without returning the favor? The nerve.
Their little moment is over, he supposes. Geralt is right, he needs to take him to the library soon, and Eskel awaits him to work. Jaskier drops one last kiss on the witcher's nose before jumping back in the water to properly wash himself - he can be quick when he wants to! He's in the middle of soaping his hair when Geralt makes his request.
"Your file? What for?" He looks at Geralt with a confused look on his face - he would be tilting his head if it wouldn't get soap in his eyes for it. "You don't need to hide your fangs from me. Is it because of Cirilla?"
There no other humans in the keep, so Jaskier doesn't see the point. Unless this is one of those things that only Geralt got, like the white hair? Does he hide the fangs even from his brothers? That would be extra shitty, Kaer Morhen should be the place where Geralt can be himself, free of bigotted judgement!