"Sounds about right," Eskel says, because if there's anyone who would refuse to acknowledge a relationship with someone even after that person had literally held their guts in, it's Geralt. And, gods, when had that happened? Eskel's going to need that story, if only to find out how Geralt had made so big of a mistake. But he's not surprised that his brother had been so distant because, as Eskel is very aware of, Geralt is, in fact, an idiot. He's very good at what he does, and he's surprisingly knowledgeable about a range of practical subjects, but he's still an idiot. A man that you trust to literally hold you together when you're coming apart at the seams is a friend, like it or not.
And, really, with the way that they both smell? Not just the fact that Jaskier's scent is all sunshine and light whenever Geralt looks at him, but also the fact that Geralt smells like floral oils and the bard's lute stuff, and his hair is neat and tidy and his face goes stupidly soft whenever Jaskier isn't looking at him? Any witcher would come to the same conclusion within five minutes of looking at these two assholes-- and not just the conclusion that they're friends. Also the conclusion that they're fucking smitten.
Eskel makes grabby hands for the bottle of vodka, but Jaskier hands it back to Geralt instead when he's done with it. Geralt, the bastard, doesn't take any sort of pity on his wounded brother and keeps the liquor for himself, rather pointedly taking a long swig of it.
"Cock," he says, and Geralt just drinks again. Eskel huffs but holds his arm out obediently for the bard to start bandaging. "Hm? Oh, yeah, we can take shifts. It'll only be about two days 'til we get back to the Keep, anyway. You're not far."
"I'm fine," Geralt replies, putting the vodka back into the cupboard. "Witchers don't need to sleep as often as humans, Jaskier."
Eskel says nothing against it, doesn't try to contradict Geralt-- it's not technically untrue, really, what he'd said. Witchers could go without sleep or food or water for longer than humans, though there's a difference between what can be done when there's no other option and what's good for them. Meditating in place of sleep can, in a pinch, let a witcher maintain his functionality while remaining vigilant and aware of his surroundings. It's not the same as sleep, and he can't do it forever. A witcher can go weeks and weeks with little to no food, too, but that doesn't mean that he won't eventually starve.
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And, really, with the way that they both smell? Not just the fact that Jaskier's scent is all sunshine and light whenever Geralt looks at him, but also the fact that Geralt smells like floral oils and the bard's lute stuff, and his hair is neat and tidy and his face goes stupidly soft whenever Jaskier isn't looking at him? Any witcher would come to the same conclusion within five minutes of looking at these two assholes-- and not just the conclusion that they're friends. Also the conclusion that they're fucking smitten.
Eskel makes grabby hands for the bottle of vodka, but Jaskier hands it back to Geralt instead when he's done with it. Geralt, the bastard, doesn't take any sort of pity on his wounded brother and keeps the liquor for himself, rather pointedly taking a long swig of it.
"Cock," he says, and Geralt just drinks again. Eskel huffs but holds his arm out obediently for the bard to start bandaging. "Hm? Oh, yeah, we can take shifts. It'll only be about two days 'til we get back to the Keep, anyway. You're not far."
"I'm fine," Geralt replies, putting the vodka back into the cupboard. "Witchers don't need to sleep as often as humans, Jaskier."
Eskel says nothing against it, doesn't try to contradict Geralt-- it's not technically untrue, really, what he'd said. Witchers could go without sleep or food or water for longer than humans, though there's a difference between what can be done when there's no other option and what's good for them. Meditating in place of sleep can, in a pinch, let a witcher maintain his functionality while remaining vigilant and aware of his surroundings. It's not the same as sleep, and he can't do it forever. A witcher can go weeks and weeks with little to no food, too, but that doesn't mean that he won't eventually starve.