For a moment, Jaskier can only, well... stare. Geralt isn't joking.
"Wait, wait." Both his hands open wide and bounce in a 'please slow down' gesture as Jaskier tries to understand what he's hearing here. "So because YOU-" He points at Geralt. "-don't know about it, it means it doesn't exist?"
He can't help it: he laughs, to the point where he has to grab his belly. What kind of logic is that? He knows witchers live for a long time, and Geralt has a century on him, but that's an incredibly stupid line of thought. Unbelievable.
"How could you not know! Geralt, this is-"
Jaskier's face suddenly falls, the laughter is cut off all of the sudden. Blue eyes are fill with sadness, and pity. Fuck.
"...because you've only bedded whores." And a very prideful witch that probably doesn't expose herself to him like that during those days. "Oh, Geralt."
Knowing the witcher probably doesn't appreciate the look he's getting from Jaskier at the moment, he decides to move the lute from the pillow and lie down next to Geralt, his head resting on that very wide shoulder.
"I'm sorry, my friend. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Although there's something to be said about that pompous logic of yours." His hand reaches between them to squeeze Geralt's fingers. If this conversation is happening because of witcher education bullshit, he better start providing comfort early on. Don't wanna get Geralt closing up on him. "A man's ballsack carries his seed, and we discharge it when we orgasm. A woman's womb carries her eggs. And once a month, if they haven't been impregnated, those eggs are expelled to make room for new ones. I think you can figure out from where by your own." A playful nudge. "So they put rags in their smallclothes to collect it and not to stain their skirts. I hope Cirilla is doing fine, this must be terribly embarrassing for her. I'm buying a special book to add to the Kaer Morhen library - and I suppose I will have to teach all this to your brothers, as well. What do they teach a witcher about woman's parts anyway?"
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"Wait, wait." Both his hands open wide and bounce in a 'please slow down' gesture as Jaskier tries to understand what he's hearing here. "So because YOU-" He points at Geralt. "-don't know about it, it means it doesn't exist?"
He can't help it: he laughs, to the point where he has to grab his belly. What kind of logic is that? He knows witchers live for a long time, and Geralt has a century on him, but that's an incredibly stupid line of thought. Unbelievable.
"How could you not know! Geralt, this is-"
Jaskier's face suddenly falls, the laughter is cut off all of the sudden. Blue eyes are fill with sadness, and pity. Fuck.
"...because you've only bedded whores." And a very prideful witch that probably doesn't expose herself to him like that during those days. "Oh, Geralt."
Knowing the witcher probably doesn't appreciate the look he's getting from Jaskier at the moment, he decides to move the lute from the pillow and lie down next to Geralt, his head resting on that very wide shoulder.
"I'm sorry, my friend. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Although there's something to be said about that pompous logic of yours." His hand reaches between them to squeeze Geralt's fingers. If this conversation is happening because of witcher education bullshit, he better start providing comfort early on. Don't wanna get Geralt closing up on him. "A man's ballsack carries his seed, and we discharge it when we orgasm. A woman's womb carries her eggs. And once a month, if they haven't been impregnated, those eggs are expelled to make room for new ones. I think you can figure out from where by your own." A playful nudge. "So they put rags in their smallclothes to collect it and not to stain their skirts. I hope Cirilla is doing fine, this must be terribly embarrassing for her. I'm buying a special book to add to the Kaer Morhen library - and I suppose I will have to teach all this to your brothers, as well. What do they teach a witcher about woman's parts anyway?"