Jaskier is already by the beds when he hears the news, but instead of putting down the blankets, he ends up dropping them rather suddenly when he hears-- To bring us the news. He should concentrate on the details that would usually call his beloved attention - the fact a witcher had a traveler companion, a fellow witcher even. Does it mean what he thinks it means? It puts a big sign of BULLSHIT on all the excuses Geralt had given through those two decades of traveling together for sure - witchers must stay alone, his ass.
Yet that's not the heaviest thought in his mind at the moment. No, it's the thought of maybe of finding himself in Coën's place one day. Of having to grab the medallion and make his way alone to Kaer Morhen...
"I'm sorry for your loss." He says as he chases those thoughts away, but Eskel quickly changes the subject, and Jaskier has to sigh. Yeah, he can see the similarities with Geralt there, god forbid they deal with his feelings. Silly witchers.
Eskel's tactic works, however, giving the bard the perfect distraction. Jaskier starts patting down his clothes under the cloak, trying to find the little notebook and pencil he always keeps with him in case inspiration strikes. Ugh, which of these hundred of layers did he put it in?
"Tsk tsk tsk, the bard decides what makes a good song, the witcher only shares-- Ah-ha!" That last bit is an expression of triumph at finding his notebook, and Jaskier quickly sits on the edge of the bed to start taking notes. The little comment about good looks doesn't go unnoticed, and Jaskier can't help glancing at Geralt, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. It's not like he can stop the bard from continuing to be a playful flirt from now on, but this is his brother, and that makes it weird even for Jaskier's standards (which are usually low when it comes to flirting - he's had a threesome with a pair of twins after all). "Worry not, no song of mine will ever fail to praise a witcher's mighty mien."
That is neutral enough, he hopes, although his heart and scent may give away how excited he is about this whole deal. Eskel is an excellent story teller and Jaskier soon finds himself caught up in his adventure, tongue peeking out in concentration as he fills the pages of his notebook with that fancy handwriting of his.
"This. Is. Brilliant. At this rate I'll have songs written for all of you by the end of month! No, make it end of the week! Fixing the reputations of the whole wolf school - and a now a griffin too! I'll have material to last me all winter! Oh, don't worry-" He turns at Geralt and winks at his lover. "--you're still my favorite."
Unaware of what he just did in front of company, Jaskier returns to his notes, reviewing them one last time in case he's forgotten to ask for any particular detail. It's different, having a witcher sharing the story so easily and without Jaskier having to do any stitches first.
...wait a minute.
Jaskier puts his pencil down and inspects Eskel from head to toes, eyes squinting and judging.
"A wyvern mad from hunger. Eskel, are you hiding any injuries?" That's a stupid question, he realizes. Experience tells him a witcher that doesn't want to be nursed isn't going to suddenly admit it because the bard wants him to - at least not for a couple of years. He turns to Geralt while pointing at Eskel, calling for back-up. "Geralt! Is he hiding any injuries?"
Because if he is, then Geralt's nose would be able to tell, he hopes.
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Yet that's not the heaviest thought in his mind at the moment. No, it's the thought of maybe of finding himself in Coën's place one day. Of having to grab the medallion and make his way alone to Kaer Morhen...
"I'm sorry for your loss." He says as he chases those thoughts away, but Eskel quickly changes the subject, and Jaskier has to sigh. Yeah, he can see the similarities with Geralt there, god forbid they deal with his feelings. Silly witchers.
Eskel's tactic works, however, giving the bard the perfect distraction. Jaskier starts patting down his clothes under the cloak, trying to find the little notebook and pencil he always keeps with him in case inspiration strikes. Ugh, which of these hundred of layers did he put it in?
"Tsk tsk tsk, the bard decides what makes a good song, the witcher only shares-- Ah-ha!" That last bit is an expression of triumph at finding his notebook, and Jaskier quickly sits on the edge of the bed to start taking notes. The little comment about good looks doesn't go unnoticed, and Jaskier can't help glancing at Geralt, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. It's not like he can stop the bard from continuing to be a playful flirt from now on, but this is his brother, and that makes it weird even for Jaskier's standards (which are usually low when it comes to flirting - he's had a threesome with a pair of twins after all). "Worry not, no song of mine will ever fail to praise a witcher's mighty mien."
That is neutral enough, he hopes, although his heart and scent may give away how excited he is about this whole deal. Eskel is an excellent story teller and Jaskier soon finds himself caught up in his adventure, tongue peeking out in concentration as he fills the pages of his notebook with that fancy handwriting of his.
"This. Is. Brilliant. At this rate I'll have songs written for all of you by the end of month! No, make it end of the week! Fixing the reputations of the whole wolf school - and a now a griffin too! I'll have material to last me all winter! Oh, don't worry-" He turns at Geralt and winks at his lover. "--you're still my favorite."
Unaware of what he just did in front of company, Jaskier returns to his notes, reviewing them one last time in case he's forgotten to ask for any particular detail. It's different, having a witcher sharing the story so easily and without Jaskier having to do any stitches first.
...wait a minute.
Jaskier puts his pencil down and inspects Eskel from head to toes, eyes squinting and judging.
"A wyvern mad from hunger. Eskel, are you hiding any injuries?" That's a stupid question, he realizes. Experience tells him a witcher that doesn't want to be nursed isn't going to suddenly admit it because the bard wants him to - at least not for a couple of years. He turns to Geralt while pointing at Eskel, calling for back-up. "Geralt! Is he hiding any injuries?"
Because if he is, then Geralt's nose would be able to tell, he hopes.