The thumb rubs his knuckles, the words meeting you was important rub his heart - both are equally warm and make him smile, his scent sweetening with delight. He can't help gasping and looking at Geralt with wide eyes, though, when he adds the rest.
He's only been meaning to bring meaning back to the coin, he hadn't expected to bring out old feelings as well. Well, not so old perhaps, because apparently Geralt still feels bad about it right now. Jaskier is torn between melting at the sweetness of the statement and feeling bad for the witcher and his twenty-year-old guilt.
"And you've been carrying this remorse with you all this time?" He squeezes the witcher's hand. "Geralt..."
The door of the library appears in front of them then. Jaskier is about to curse their luck, but he realizes he can actually use this: letting go of Geralt's hand, he rushes inside, but only to drop his stuff on the table and then hurry back to his lover's side.
Well, not literally his side. Jaskier stands chest to chest with his witcher as he raises his hands to gently cup Geralt's face before leaning in to kiss him. There's no lust in it, no tongue or exploring - just a kind touch of lips with all his love put into it.
"Don't feel bad, my dear," he says when he finally breaks the kiss, but he keeps their foreheads touching, his thumb stroking Geralt's cheek. "I insulted you, and you responded in the only language they taught you between these walls - if anything, it bothers me more than you don't speak up against that dreadful misnomer more often."
He offers a smile then, one that's kinda smug. Scratch that, very smug.
"And alright, I do appreciate the fact my pain has haunted you, it's good for my ego after so many years of-" He imitates Geralt's voice. "we're not friends. But hey! You've admitted you do associate memories to that coin now, and that's all I need - if we both consider it a symbol of our meeting, then its importance shall carry on in the pocket of my lute case. Think of the punch as the first misstep a baby gives, falling to the ground only to stand up again and walk properly for the rest of his life."
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He's only been meaning to bring meaning back to the coin, he hadn't expected to bring out old feelings as well. Well, not so old perhaps, because apparently Geralt still feels bad about it right now. Jaskier is torn between melting at the sweetness of the statement and feeling bad for the witcher and his twenty-year-old guilt.
"And you've been carrying this remorse with you all this time?" He squeezes the witcher's hand. "Geralt..."
The door of the library appears in front of them then. Jaskier is about to curse their luck, but he realizes he can actually use this: letting go of Geralt's hand, he rushes inside, but only to drop his stuff on the table and then hurry back to his lover's side.
Well, not literally his side. Jaskier stands chest to chest with his witcher as he raises his hands to gently cup Geralt's face before leaning in to kiss him. There's no lust in it, no tongue or exploring - just a kind touch of lips with all his love put into it.
"Don't feel bad, my dear," he says when he finally breaks the kiss, but he keeps their foreheads touching, his thumb stroking Geralt's cheek. "I insulted you, and you responded in the only language they taught you between these walls - if anything, it bothers me more than you don't speak up against that dreadful misnomer more often."
He offers a smile then, one that's kinda smug. Scratch that, very smug.
"And alright, I do appreciate the fact my pain has haunted you, it's good for my ego after so many years of-" He imitates Geralt's voice. "we're not friends. But hey! You've admitted you do associate memories to that coin now, and that's all I need - if we both consider it a symbol of our meeting, then its importance shall carry on in the pocket of my lute case. Think of the punch as the first misstep a baby gives, falling to the ground only to stand up again and walk properly for the rest of his life."