Pulling at the pillows, huh? Geralt is obviously buying time, and Jaskier wonders for how long he could keep that up. He's tempted to tease him for, call him shy in front of his brother, but then Eskel is laughing and his attention is somewhere else. Oh, how easy it is to talk to this new witcher who doesn't hesitate to answer any question thrown at him. A pity that, as far as he understands, the third brother waiting for them isn't the same.
Nobody being able to get the song out of their heads is already a huge compliment for a singer and composer, but Eskel keeps going and... gods, Jaskier thinks he could cry. Hands going to his chest in over-dramatic gesturing, his scent becomes overwhelming sweet again, only gaining a bitter edge at the end for obvious reasons.
"Ah, well, yeah, it's been-- honestly, you can thank Geralt for that." He nudges Geralt's foot with his own, letting him know he's not one hundred percent serious but he still wants to shit on him at least a little bit for the whole mountain fiasco. "But worry not, my new witchering friend!" Yep, Eskel has been adopted already. The bitterness in his scent already disappearing, Jaskier opens his arms, feeling incredibly empowered. Geralt has become his lover and other witchers are also benefiting from his songs - his ego couldn't be happier. This is his legacy, built without Pankratz money. "After winter has passed, this humble bard will be singing the ballads of the White Wolf again! And this time, he'll be joined by his pack!"
And just like that, hands still in the air as he pictures his future performances, Jaskier flops down on Geralt's lap, head and shoulders finding those thick thighs very, very comfortable. And warm as well, but that's not the priority here.
"Come spring, not a wolf shall leave their home without at least three songs with their names in it! Every tavern across the Continent will sing the praises of witchers' heroics once more, every inn will remember to treat them with the respect and kindness they deserve!" The honesty in his words is deep and raw, probably also kinda naive - not even traveling for two decades with Geralt has managed to completely kill his romantic view of the world. "You have my word as a bard, Eskel of Kaer Morhen, that I shall not step back from my mission to fix witcher reputation ever again!"
A pause. His hands fall to his stomach.
"...unless Geralt decides to be a blundering pillock again, but I'd like to think that's out of the question from now on." He winks up at Geralt, a smitten smile on his face.
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Nobody being able to get the song out of their heads is already a huge compliment for a singer and composer, but Eskel keeps going and... gods, Jaskier thinks he could cry. Hands going to his chest in over-dramatic gesturing, his scent becomes overwhelming sweet again, only gaining a bitter edge at the end for obvious reasons.
"Ah, well, yeah, it's been-- honestly, you can thank Geralt for that." He nudges Geralt's foot with his own, letting him know he's not one hundred percent serious but he still wants to shit on him at least a little bit for the whole mountain fiasco. "But worry not, my new witchering friend!" Yep, Eskel has been adopted already. The bitterness in his scent already disappearing, Jaskier opens his arms, feeling incredibly empowered. Geralt has become his lover and other witchers are also benefiting from his songs - his ego couldn't be happier. This is his legacy, built without Pankratz money. "After winter has passed, this humble bard will be singing the ballads of the White Wolf again! And this time, he'll be joined by his pack!"
And just like that, hands still in the air as he pictures his future performances, Jaskier flops down on Geralt's lap, head and shoulders finding those thick thighs very, very comfortable. And warm as well, but that's not the priority here.
"Come spring, not a wolf shall leave their home without at least three songs with their names in it! Every tavern across the Continent will sing the praises of witchers' heroics once more, every inn will remember to treat them with the respect and kindness they deserve!" The honesty in his words is deep and raw, probably also kinda naive - not even traveling for two decades with Geralt has managed to completely kill his romantic view of the world. "You have my word as a bard, Eskel of Kaer Morhen, that I shall not step back from my mission to fix witcher reputation ever again!"
A pause. His hands fall to his stomach.
"...unless Geralt decides to be a blundering pillock again, but I'd like to think that's out of the question from now on." He winks up at Geralt, a smitten smile on his face.