"Or perhaps you don't give yourself enough credit," he replies after letting out a thoughtful mmh. "I can't help but wonder - do you actually need little, my friend? Or is a little as much as you allow yourself to ask for?"
His answer comes out too quickly, too easily. It's because he's said similar things before, he realizes: when talking to his sister. Elizabeth can't understand what Jaskier sees in Geralt for this to be a full crush instead of just lust, and she keeps questioning him about it, which gets on his nerves. It's not like she's mean towards Geralt at least, he does give her that much, she accepts he's a good man and probably a good catch... for someone else. Not for his brother aka Mr Fun and Freedom.
Jaskier sighs as his hands slowly stop moving, he cannot make this last any longer, no matter how much he's dying to keep on touching Geralt. He grabs the brush next and gets to work once again, going for long, kind strokes in the way he couldn't do with the comb, and finding himself singing All I wanna do by Sheryl Crow.
There's more about Geralt than it meets the eye, Jaskier is sure of it. It doesn't matter how much his sister or even Geralt himself deny it. The man pushes away yet no far enough for Jaskier not to be out of his life, he complains yet he doesn't act on it. He grunts and dismisses ideas like friendship, yet he invites Jaskier to pick berries and watch his show, even bringing his brothers with him.
What drives this man? And what hurt him? An awful question, but one Jaskier can't stop thinking about, because something must've happened to him to make him enjoy little things only through denial and possibly guilt.
And there's also the fact Jaskier simply doesn't have boring crushes. His heart knows better than that.
The question is, will the magnets still attract each other after the puzzle is solved?
That's what is probably worrying Lizzie, Jaskier realizes. That he'll eventually get bored when there's no mystery left. Honestly though... if it happens, so what? Can't he have a little happiness even if temporary? Nothing lasts forever... Not that there is anything here to last anyway. Or is there? Jaskier isn't sure anymore. Signals have been more mixed than a milkshake tonight.
The brushing comes to an end too, too short of a moment if you ask Jaskier. Just two more minutes, please! Using the excuse of not wanting Geralt to ruin all his hard work when they go to bed, he hurries to bury his fingers in white hair again, this time dividing it into three parts and quickly forming a neat braid that he secures with Geralt's hairtie.
"There you go, all done!" Jaskier pulls his hands away but stays right where he is, proudly admiring his work, smiling like an idiot at the smell of his own body wash coming off Geralt. "That wasn't so hard, was it? What do you think?"
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His answer comes out too quickly, too easily. It's because he's said similar things before, he realizes: when talking to his sister. Elizabeth can't understand what Jaskier sees in Geralt for this to be a full crush instead of just lust, and she keeps questioning him about it, which gets on his nerves. It's not like she's mean towards Geralt at least, he does give her that much, she accepts he's a good man and probably a good catch... for someone else. Not for his brother aka Mr Fun and Freedom.
Jaskier sighs as his hands slowly stop moving, he cannot make this last any longer, no matter how much he's dying to keep on touching Geralt. He grabs the brush next and gets to work once again, going for long, kind strokes in the way he couldn't do with the comb, and finding himself singing All I wanna do by Sheryl Crow.
There's more about Geralt than it meets the eye, Jaskier is sure of it. It doesn't matter how much his sister or even Geralt himself deny it. The man pushes away yet no far enough for Jaskier not to be out of his life, he complains yet he doesn't act on it. He grunts and dismisses ideas like friendship, yet he invites Jaskier to pick berries and watch his show, even bringing his brothers with him.
What drives this man? And what hurt him? An awful question, but one Jaskier can't stop thinking about, because something must've happened to him to make him enjoy little things only through denial and possibly guilt.
And there's also the fact Jaskier simply doesn't have boring crushes. His heart knows better than that.
The question is, will the magnets still attract each other after the puzzle is solved?
That's what is probably worrying Lizzie, Jaskier realizes. That he'll eventually get bored when there's no mystery left. Honestly though... if it happens, so what? Can't he have a little happiness even if temporary? Nothing lasts forever... Not that there is anything here to last anyway. Or is there? Jaskier isn't sure anymore. Signals have been more mixed than a milkshake tonight.
The brushing comes to an end too, too short of a moment if you ask Jaskier. Just two more minutes, please! Using the excuse of not wanting Geralt to ruin all his hard work when they go to bed, he hurries to bury his fingers in white hair again, this time dividing it into three parts and quickly forming a neat braid that he secures with Geralt's hairtie.
"There you go, all done!" Jaskier pulls his hands away but stays right where he is, proudly admiring his work, smiling like an idiot at the smell of his own body wash coming off Geralt. "That wasn't so hard, was it? What do you think?"