They've been cuddling while sleeping for days now, yet Jaskier still can't believe he's allowed to simple lay on Geralt like this, the rhythm of his hearbeat and breathing under his calloused hands, as they idly chat and make plans to go shopping together. In his freaking Oxenfurt bed. It feels like a little piece of heaven, and he wishes they could stay like this for the rest of the day, make them bring cheese and fruit they can eat while still cuddling. Maybe he can add a couple more braids to that pretty white hair, Geralt doesn't seem to mind the one on him now, and that makes Jaskier giddy as hell.
Winter is coming, however, and they're both very busy and restless people. Maybe at Kaer Morhen? Now that's an idea.
"I know you don't. At least it's with admiration?" And not with rocks and prejudice, he doesn't say, but he knows Geralt gets the idea. "But I truly appreciate you coming, Geralt. It means a lot to be able to share my home with you."
He makes a show of rolling his eyes and pouting at the comment about his fashion choices, but his tone is light when he replies - as much as he likes dressing nicely, he knows this time the witcher is right.
"So you think my silks are pretty?" He teases with an arched eyebrow. "Hey now, I've been wearing your cloak! Black as a Nilfgaardian soldier's heart! And I'll keep wearing it on top of whatever colors I end up buying. Yes, Geralt, it'll be warmer clothes, don't worry." He quickly replies, thinking his friend may scold him on the idea of buying 'colors'. "Starting with thick, strong gloves for my talented fingers, we must protect those! I'd like to buy some gifts for your brothers as well, as a thank you for welcoming me. You should tell me what they like. And the princess!" He suddenly exclaims with wide eyes, realizing what being in a witcher fortress means for the poor girl. "There is no chance Kaer Morhen is ready for women. We should shop for her as well, Geralt." He tilts his head as he thinks of what a woman may need. "Some pretty ribbons for her hair, a nice comb as well. Linen rags for her monthlies. No make-up, but maybe a little piece of jewelry? And I'll be taking some of my books with me, I can share those with her as well. I bet there is no poetry in your witcher library."
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Winter is coming, however, and they're both very busy and restless people. Maybe at Kaer Morhen? Now that's an idea.
"I know you don't. At least it's with admiration?" And not with rocks and prejudice, he doesn't say, but he knows Geralt gets the idea. "But I truly appreciate you coming, Geralt. It means a lot to be able to share my home with you."
He makes a show of rolling his eyes and pouting at the comment about his fashion choices, but his tone is light when he replies - as much as he likes dressing nicely, he knows this time the witcher is right.
"So you think my silks are pretty?" He teases with an arched eyebrow. "Hey now, I've been wearing your cloak! Black as a Nilfgaardian soldier's heart! And I'll keep wearing it on top of whatever colors I end up buying. Yes, Geralt, it'll be warmer clothes, don't worry." He quickly replies, thinking his friend may scold him on the idea of buying 'colors'. "Starting with thick, strong gloves for my talented fingers, we must protect those! I'd like to buy some gifts for your brothers as well, as a thank you for welcoming me. You should tell me what they like. And the princess!" He suddenly exclaims with wide eyes, realizing what being in a witcher fortress means for the poor girl. "There is no chance Kaer Morhen is ready for women. We should shop for her as well, Geralt." He tilts his head as he thinks of what a woman may need. "Some pretty ribbons for her hair, a nice comb as well. Linen rags for her monthlies. No make-up, but maybe a little piece of jewelry? And I'll be taking some of my books with me, I can share those with her as well. I bet there is no poetry in your witcher library."