"What a curious thing to say," he replies softly, his thumbs still stroking the witcher's cheeks. "I don't remember meeting any monsters in Posada."
But alright, it seems that's all the feelings they're getting out today. Which is a lot for Geralt's standards, so Jaskier counts it as a very productive morning. The gate Geralt takes him to doesn't look very impressive, to be honest - Jaskier had sneaked into more protected places at the university. His curiosity (or shall we say, nosiness) will make him touch those books anyway!
...or maybe not. Thank the gods Geralt warns him about those curses, or this bard wouldn't have had much to fuck Geralt with later.
Book work is the kind of chore he usually enjoys in small doses, hyperactive as he is and all. But today? Time freaking flies. It's fascinating to look at all these witcher texts, even the 'normal' ones like Geography and History books, because some of them are so fucking old, it's like having a window into the past.
He doesn't even realize he's hungry until Eskel snaps him out of his concentration. And no, he doesn't squeal in surprise, that's all lies! Don't believe Eskel when he mentions it later! (Fucking wolves and their fucking silent steps he swears...)
"I hope you aren't trying to imply that was my fault. That was all your brother," he replies as he follows Eskel out. The witcher arches an eyebrow, not believing him. Jaskier huffs. "That arsehole! To think he complains about MY lies!"
He tries to tell Eskel the real story, but he isn't sure how much he actually listens considering how many times he tells Jaskier he doesn't want to know the details of his brother's sexual life. But at least that little issue is out of the way, there's more story exchange coming, and Jaskier can't be happier. Eskel tells him some anecdotes about the trouble they used to get into when they were kids and gets a bit awkward (perhaps flustered, even?) when Jaskier declares them both to be adorable.
Oh, these witchers and their inability to accept compliments. Jaskier is going to wear them down eventually.
The day continues to be fantastic when Ciri joins him in the library for her first lesson. And said lesson ends up not having that much studying, to be honest. They end up chatting a lot about court life and various nobles they've met through the years, sharing stories about particularly nasty ones that would pretend to like them anyway for the sake of their image. There's some discussion about the current politics and how things got to where they are now as well, so the afternoon isn't completely lost - but even if it had been, Jaskier wouldn't have minded. Ciri needs this - to simply relax and be able to remember her old life without getting about it.
(They're so caught up in their little conversation that they don't even notice Geralt stopping by to only watch and smell them for a moment. See? Damn witchers and their sneaky ways!)
It's Vesemir's turn to be in charge of dinner tonight, but he does ask them to come and set up the table, and of course they both accept. Jaskier almost drops the cluttery, though, when Cirilla asks him to tell her the full story of her mother's betrothal. That came quicker than Jaskier expected! Even with Vesemir around and the others probably in their way, he asks her. She says yes, it's okay. She wants to know, needs to know. Besides, it's Geralt's story as much as it is hers, so his family should know the details as well.
Which means Geralt has probably told them like two sentences about that day. He should've seen that coming. Jaskier the bard to the rescue, fixing his lover's mistakes!
When the four younger witchers approach the mess hall, they'll hear Jaskier's voice... imitating Geralt's.
"All I hope for you my good lords, at your final breath: a shitless death. But I doubt it."
Cirilla laughs, and... oh, is that a snort by Vesemir? Jaskier sure is achieving a lot of difficult accomplishments today.
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But alright, it seems that's all the feelings they're getting out today. Which is a lot for Geralt's standards, so Jaskier counts it as a very productive morning. The gate Geralt takes him to doesn't look very impressive, to be honest - Jaskier had sneaked into more protected places at the university. His curiosity (or shall we say, nosiness) will make him touch those books anyway!
...or maybe not. Thank the gods Geralt warns him about those curses, or this bard wouldn't have had much to fuck Geralt with later.
Book work is the kind of chore he usually enjoys in small doses, hyperactive as he is and all. But today? Time freaking flies. It's fascinating to look at all these witcher texts, even the 'normal' ones like Geography and History books, because some of them are so fucking old, it's like having a window into the past.
He doesn't even realize he's hungry until Eskel snaps him out of his concentration. And no, he doesn't squeal in surprise, that's all lies! Don't believe Eskel when he mentions it later! (Fucking wolves and their fucking silent steps he swears...)
"I hope you aren't trying to imply that was my fault. That was all your brother," he replies as he follows Eskel out. The witcher arches an eyebrow, not believing him. Jaskier huffs. "That arsehole! To think he complains about MY lies!"
He tries to tell Eskel the real story, but he isn't sure how much he actually listens considering how many times he tells Jaskier he doesn't want to know the details of his brother's sexual life. But at least that little issue is out of the way, there's more story exchange coming, and Jaskier can't be happier. Eskel tells him some anecdotes about the trouble they used to get into when they were kids and gets a bit awkward (perhaps flustered, even?) when Jaskier declares them both to be adorable.
Oh, these witchers and their inability to accept compliments. Jaskier is going to wear them down eventually.
The day continues to be fantastic when Ciri joins him in the library for her first lesson. And said lesson ends up not having that much studying, to be honest. They end up chatting a lot about court life and various nobles they've met through the years, sharing stories about particularly nasty ones that would pretend to like them anyway for the sake of their image. There's some discussion about the current politics and how things got to where they are now as well, so the afternoon isn't completely lost - but even if it had been, Jaskier wouldn't have minded. Ciri needs this - to simply relax and be able to remember her old life without getting about it.
(They're so caught up in their little conversation that they don't even notice Geralt stopping by to only watch
and smellthem for a moment. See? Damn witchers and their sneaky ways!)It's Vesemir's turn to be in charge of dinner tonight, but he does ask them to come and set up the table, and of course they both accept. Jaskier almost drops the cluttery, though, when Cirilla asks him to tell her the full story of her mother's betrothal. That came quicker than Jaskier expected! Even with Vesemir around and the others probably in their way, he asks her. She says yes, it's okay. She wants to know, needs to know. Besides, it's Geralt's story as much as it is hers, so his family should know the details as well.
Which means Geralt has probably told them like two sentences about that day. He should've seen that coming. Jaskier the bard to the rescue, fixing his lover's mistakes!
When the four younger witchers approach the mess hall, they'll hear Jaskier's voice... imitating Geralt's.
"All I hope for you my good lords, at your final breath: a shitless death. But I doubt it."
Cirilla laughs, and... oh, is that a snort by Vesemir? Jaskier sure is achieving a lot of difficult accomplishments today.