The flared nostrils are definitely noticed, and Jaskier knows he's passed some sort of test, which fills his chest with pride... and something else, because Eskel's next joke puts a very specific mental image in the bard's head, one that Geralt wouldn't appreciate at all. Jaskier takes a deep breath, trying to get his body under control, praying to all the gods he knows that none of his senses betray him.
(Oh, but what a lovely mental image it is.)
Luckily, Eskel has more to say, and that helps distract Jaskier from having any more dirty thoughts about his lover's bloody brother. The mention of his song has him grinning from ear to ear -"you're welcome", he tells Eskel- and his eyes widen once more when his mind catches up with the rest of that sentence. All about you. His scent fills the room with the sweetest aroma as he turns to Geralt, eyes sparkling with mirth.
"You've talked about me?"
Sadly, Geralt is determined to change the subject, but Jaskier makes a mental note to ask him about it later - hell, he should ask everyone in the fucking keep about it. This promises to be a winter filled with wonderful stories.
Eskel's attention on the bottle reminds Jaskier of the blanket nest they left in front of the hearth. He sighs when he realizes they won't be having any cuddling or orgasms to the warmth of the fire, and decides to pick it all up to take it back to the beds. (Two of them, he notices, will Geralt allow Jaskier to hug him in his sleep while his brother is on the bed across them?)
"Poor princess." He comments as he throws the bag of jerky they had abandoned on the floor back to Geralt. "Stuck inside with a extremely strict tutor and-- has your other brother arrived yet? Lambert, wasn't it? The prick." The question is directed at Eskel, but he glances at Geralt with amusement at the old memory of being explained how to identify the other two wolves in the wild. "You could've at least entertained with some stories of your heroics - it sounds to me like you aren't as stingy as Geralt when it comes to the details. Which reminds me!" He pauses his folding of blankets to wag a finger in Eskel's direction. "I want to hear it all about that wyvern."
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(Oh, but what a lovely mental image it is.)
Luckily, Eskel has more to say, and that helps distract Jaskier from having any more dirty thoughts about his lover's bloody brother. The mention of his song has him grinning from ear to ear -"you're welcome", he tells Eskel- and his eyes widen once more when his mind catches up with the rest of that sentence. All about you. His scent fills the room with the sweetest aroma as he turns to Geralt, eyes sparkling with mirth.
"You've talked about me?"
Sadly, Geralt is determined to change the subject, but Jaskier makes a mental note to ask him about it later - hell, he should ask everyone in the fucking keep about it. This promises to be a winter filled with wonderful stories.
Eskel's attention on the bottle reminds Jaskier of the blanket nest they left in front of the hearth. He sighs when he realizes they won't be having any cuddling or orgasms to the warmth of the fire, and decides to pick it all up to take it back to the beds. (Two of them, he notices, will Geralt allow Jaskier to hug him in his sleep while his brother is on the bed across them?)
"Poor princess." He comments as he throws the bag of jerky they had abandoned on the floor back to Geralt. "Stuck inside with a extremely strict tutor and-- has your other brother arrived yet? Lambert, wasn't it? The prick." The question is directed at Eskel, but he glances at Geralt with amusement at the old memory of being explained how to identify the other two wolves in the wild. "You could've at least entertained with some stories of your heroics - it sounds to me like you aren't as stingy as Geralt when it comes to the details. Which reminds me!" He pauses his folding of blankets to wag a finger in Eskel's direction. "I want to hear it all about that wyvern."