Geralt turns back around, letting Jaskier continue on his quest to tame his unruly hair. He'd be lying, anyway, if he said he isn't enjoying it a little-- enjoys it a lot, actually, when Jaskier gets both hands going on it. His fingers press and rub in almost a massaging kind of motion over Geralt's scalp and down to where his neck meets his skull, and he gets tense a lot in that general area. And he's got surprisingly strong hands and fingers, probably from playing all of those instruments, and if he would just go down a little lower...
Well. Geralt wouldn't ever ask for something like that, even while high. His threshold for asking for touch is significantly lower when he's like this, but it's not completely gone.
Jaskier talks about puzzles for a bit, and Geralt thinks that if he's a puzzle, it's an exceedingly simple one. Not terribly hard to figure out and not much of a payoff once you do. Hardly worth finishing, honestly.
"I don't need much," he says. And it's true-- he has few things that he requires, and almost all of those he can provide for himself. He rarely needs someone else, and when he does, it's not for very long. Help from his brothers for a project or a warm touch from a one-night stand.
"Maybe you're seeing complexity where there isn't any."
After all, what's complex about Geralt? He has few needs and fewer wants. His life revolves around his daughter and his horses. The number of friends that he has who aren't family can probably be counted on one hand with fingers left over. His life is simple and that works for him. He doesn't need to push his luck.
Really, Jaskier's the one who's bafflingly complex around here. He obviously loves the city and being surrounded by people, but he insists on being... friend-adjacent with a man who prefers the countryside and keeps the company of horses. He wears pretty, fancy clothes that are probably expensive and has soft hands and soft hair and a million different bottles of hair and skincare things, but he doesn't mind mucking out a stall or washing the mud off Pegasus after he's had a roll in the pasture. He's cheerful in the face of Geralt's dour moods. They should have repelled each other like magnets, but instead... well, they've attracted like magnets. But the other way around. How does that work, anyway? Wait, no, he's too high to get lost in wondering how magnets work.
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Well. Geralt wouldn't ever ask for something like that, even while high. His threshold for asking for touch is significantly lower when he's like this, but it's not completely gone.
Jaskier talks about puzzles for a bit, and Geralt thinks that if he's a puzzle, it's an exceedingly simple one. Not terribly hard to figure out and not much of a payoff once you do. Hardly worth finishing, honestly.
"I don't need much," he says. And it's true-- he has few things that he requires, and almost all of those he can provide for himself. He rarely needs someone else, and when he does, it's not for very long. Help from his brothers for a project or a warm touch from a one-night stand.
"Maybe you're seeing complexity where there isn't any."
After all, what's complex about Geralt? He has few needs and fewer wants. His life revolves around his daughter and his horses. The number of friends that he has who aren't family can probably be counted on one hand with fingers left over. His life is simple and that works for him. He doesn't need to push his luck.
Really, Jaskier's the one who's bafflingly complex around here. He obviously loves the city and being surrounded by people, but he insists on being... friend-adjacent with a man who prefers the countryside and keeps the company of horses. He wears pretty, fancy clothes that are probably expensive and has soft hands and soft hair and a million different bottles of hair and skincare things, but he doesn't mind mucking out a stall or washing the mud off Pegasus after he's had a roll in the pasture. He's cheerful in the face of Geralt's dour moods. They should have repelled each other like magnets, but instead... well, they've attracted like magnets. But the other way around. How does that work, anyway? Wait, no, he's too high to get lost in wondering how magnets work.