Jaskier sits up and untangles his limbs from all the blankets and furs, ready to run and hide as soon as the noise of blades crashing and limbs falling to the ground begin... except they never come. He looks up, relieved yet confused at the lack of fighting, to find just a man at the door.
Except it's not any man.
Yellow eyes. Two very scary looking swords. Wolf medallion.
Another witcher.
Finally, after so many years! And it's not any witcher, oh no, it's one of Geralt's brothers. Eskel, he can guess by the scars and the lack of being a dick before Geralt says his name. Suddenly his sexual frustration is easily forgotten, Jaskier is fascinated by the scene in front of him, and he watches them interact closely, with all the curiosity and attention of the artist he is.
Eskel is nearly as big and fit as Geralt (to be expected) and quite handsome as well (fuck these hot witchers, does that come with the mutagens as well?). His attitude is more carefree it seems, but the body language, while not as closed up as Geralt's, Jaskier recognizes as the same. It's a witcher thing, he supposes, the way they move around a room and make sure their surroundings know they are not to be fucked with.
He's also chatty, and quite funny - he makes Jaskier chuckle a couple of times. So not all witchers are part-time mutes, huh? The best part is seeing him tease Geralt, just like brothers would do. There's a sense of family here, and it warms Jaskier's heart to see Geralt does have someone beside his freaking horse.
It's the sudden acknowledgment thrown his way that makes him snap out of his thoughts. Jaskier hurries to stand up, brushing off and fixing his clothes to look presentable. Eskel probably won't care, but he has an image to keep, especially if this is going to be his first official 'meeting the in-laws'. There's still a bit of a tent on his pants showing, and Eskel has probably already smelled it anyway, but better not to make things worse. So he closes Geralt's cloak around him, the wolf brooch a clear symbol on his chest.
As he comes closer, he goes through a thousand different things to say, charming words, maybe an apology. But one look at Geralt reminds him these are witchers, and they don't care for his courtly manners. They like people being direct, honest and, judging by the previous short exchange, maybe with a sense of humor too?
"I would apologize for thinking you were Nilfgardiaan soldiers and wishing you a very slow and agonizing death, but to be fair, that's what you get for interrupting." Okay, so maybe he is still a bit sexually frustrated. He has no shame, may as well use it - it's clear that he's joking anyway. With a friendly smile and his chin high, he extends his hand for Eskel to shake if it pleases him. His eyes never glance away, they meet this new pair of golds with the same determination he's always met Geralt's, silently telling him I'm not afraid. "Hi. I'm Jaskier, but you already knew that, did you not?" A kid and a bard, he said after all. "It's nice to meet a witcher that knows words that aren't just 'fuck'."
Sorry Geralt, but this is too good not to make fun of his beloved white wolf as well.
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Except it's not any man.
Yellow eyes. Two very scary looking swords. Wolf medallion.
Another witcher.
Finally, after so many years! And it's not any witcher, oh no, it's one of Geralt's brothers. Eskel, he can guess by the scars and the lack of being a dick before Geralt says his name. Suddenly his sexual frustration is easily forgotten, Jaskier is fascinated by the scene in front of him, and he watches them interact closely, with all the curiosity and attention of the artist he is.
Eskel is nearly as big and fit as Geralt (to be expected) and quite handsome as well (fuck these hot witchers, does that come with the mutagens as well?). His attitude is more carefree it seems, but the body language, while not as closed up as Geralt's, Jaskier recognizes as the same. It's a witcher thing, he supposes, the way they move around a room and make sure their surroundings know they are not to be fucked with.
He's also chatty, and quite funny - he makes Jaskier chuckle a couple of times. So not all witchers are part-time mutes, huh? The best part is seeing him tease Geralt, just like brothers would do. There's a sense of family here, and it warms Jaskier's heart to see Geralt does have someone beside his freaking horse.
It's the sudden acknowledgment thrown his way that makes him snap out of his thoughts. Jaskier hurries to stand up, brushing off and fixing his clothes to look presentable. Eskel probably won't care, but he has an image to keep, especially if this is going to be his first official 'meeting the in-laws'. There's still a bit of a tent on his pants showing, and Eskel has probably already smelled it anyway, but better not to make things worse. So he closes Geralt's cloak around him, the wolf brooch a clear symbol on his chest.
As he comes closer, he goes through a thousand different things to say, charming words, maybe an apology. But one look at Geralt reminds him these are witchers, and they don't care for his courtly manners. They like people being direct, honest and, judging by the previous short exchange, maybe with a sense of humor too?
"I would apologize for thinking you were Nilfgardiaan soldiers and wishing you a very slow and agonizing death, but to be fair, that's what you get for interrupting." Okay, so maybe he is still a bit sexually frustrated. He has no shame, may as well use it - it's clear that he's joking anyway. With a friendly smile and his chin high, he extends his hand for Eskel to shake if it pleases him. His eyes never glance away, they meet this new pair of golds with the same determination he's always met Geralt's, silently telling him I'm not afraid. "Hi. I'm Jaskier, but you already knew that, did you not?" A kid and a bard, he said after all. "It's nice to meet a witcher that knows words that aren't just 'fuck'."
Sorry Geralt, but this is too good not to make fun of his beloved white wolf as well.