Jaskier rushes off into the library to set his things down, though really he didn't need to hurry because Geralt's carrying the other half of his things. He returns just to kiss him, hands gentle on either side of his jaw, and it's a simple kiss-- soft, sweet, almost chaste if anything Jaskier could do could be called that. He feels it in his chest the same way that he does when the bard says I love you, those terrible little words that burrow into the core of him.
He frowns, then, at the bard's ego-- and at his unintentional feeding of it. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised that Jaskier managed to stroke his own ego from Geralt's longstanding guilt about their first meeting, but well. At least he's pleased now.
"I wasn't a child, Jaskier," he says. "I knew what I was doing. I thought it best for you to run back to your University after your first encounter with a monster than to die on the second."
The bard has survived every monster encounter thus far. Geralt dreads the day that luck runs dry.
"Come," he says, and only breaks away from Jaskier's gentle grip because he has to. There's still a wall for him to fix, and books for Jaskier to go through. "Let me show you the things you aren't supposed to touch."
He sets the rest of Jaskier's things on the table, then leads him to the back of the library where there's a section cordoned off with an iron gate. The gate itself isn't locked, but serves as a warning for the contents beyond. The tomes on those shelves have curses attached to them, and after so many decades, it's hard to say if the magic that was originally laid on them is still in the same shape. Like all magic, curses are Chaos. Geralt warns him not to touch anything past the gate if he values his life and/or cock.
Once the bard is settled in, though, Geralt is free to go down to the western wall and meet with Eskel to help with the repairs. The other witcher is annoyed, of course, at his tardiness, and when asked why he's late gets a simple reply-- the bard's horny.
As a consequences of his lateness, though, Eskel makes Geralt keep working even into the lunch hour and goes to fetch the bard himself.
"Time for lunch, bard," he says as he enters the library. "Let's try not to be late for anything else today."
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He frowns, then, at the bard's ego-- and at his unintentional feeding of it. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised that Jaskier managed to stroke his own ego from Geralt's longstanding guilt about their first meeting, but well. At least he's pleased now.
"I wasn't a child, Jaskier," he says. "I knew what I was doing. I thought it best for you to run back to your University after your first encounter with a monster than to die on the second."
The bard has survived every monster encounter thus far. Geralt dreads the day that luck runs dry.
"Come," he says, and only breaks away from Jaskier's gentle grip because he has to. There's still a wall for him to fix, and books for Jaskier to go through. "Let me show you the things you aren't supposed to touch."
He sets the rest of Jaskier's things on the table, then leads him to the back of the library where there's a section cordoned off with an iron gate. The gate itself isn't locked, but serves as a warning for the contents beyond. The tomes on those shelves have curses attached to them, and after so many decades, it's hard to say if the magic that was originally laid on them is still in the same shape. Like all magic, curses are Chaos. Geralt warns him not to touch anything past the gate if he values his life and/or cock.
Once the bard is settled in, though, Geralt is free to go down to the western wall and meet with Eskel to help with the repairs. The other witcher is annoyed, of course, at his tardiness, and when asked why he's late gets a simple reply-- the bard's horny.
As a consequences of his lateness, though, Eskel makes Geralt keep working even into the lunch hour and goes to fetch the bard himself.
"Time for lunch, bard," he says as he enters the library. "Let's try not to be late for anything else today."