Geralt accepts to lie down without a fight - not only that, he opens his arms to him as well. Jaskier is surprised, he thought he'd have to insist more because of their audience. But hey, not gonna complain. It is better if Geralt gets used to this anyway, because there's no way he'd be able to completely cut PDA from their lives in Kaer Morhen even if he tried.
Eskel has already seen the wolf brooch anyway, and Jaskier is determined to keep it there for the rest of the ride, including when they finally make it to the keep. He's not going to hide his message when the wolves themselves are the ones that need it the most.
I'm not afraid of you. I welcome you in my life.
Without wasting any time, Jaskier tucks up himself against that incredibly warm body of Geralt's, his arms moving around the witcher's waist and his head resting on his chest. His smile grows when Geralt breathes against his hair. As far as he is concerned, he shall never use pillows again. (Well, unless Geralt is being an ass, but that's a different pillow use.)
He sleeps deeply and peacefully, feeling safe in his lover's arms. So it's good luck to have two witchers to bother him early in the morning this time, because if it was up to him, he would stay where he is a few hours more. Winter is coming, though, and he understands the need to hurry. There will be plenty of time to cuddle when they arrive to their destination.
(Eskel has a lot of teasing to do when he finds them so pressed against each other, but Jaskier doesn't mind. In fact, he kind of enjoys it - it sounds like approval.)
'The trail' (or 'The Killer' as Eskel kindly informs him) is as harsh as Geralt had told him, and Jaskier would've never been able to go though it alone - hell, he probably wouldn't have even been able to find it. He tries his best to memorize the way, but snow is already around them, making it hard to identify any land marks without witcher eyes. No wonder it's earned that nickname. Roach and Scorpion seem to be familiar with their surroundings, though, and Jaskier hopes Pegasus can pick up at least one tenth of that knowledge - they are definitely coming back some day, that's for sure. These wolves are his family now, whether they like it or not.
Conversation is difficult to keep up even for Jaskier. He exchanges anecdotes with Eskel a couple of times, but for most of the trip, they are too tired or too cold (or both!) to chat. Some times they aren't even riding side by side, and Jaskier doesn't have enhanced ears to hear whatever they say while being sandwiched in line between them (which is incredibly sweet of them, by the way, to protect him like that - look at this the songbird, safe in the center of the pack).
There is no stopping the inspiration that hits him, however, when the keep comes into view. Kaer Morhen lies on the mountains as if it had grown out of them naturally, and neither the pass of time nor the horrible siege had done anything to keep it from being impressive and intimidating. This is no lord's castle, this is the witchers' home, and such title is carved in every stone.
"On top of the mountain for hundred of years, watching the valley below-" He starts reciting as they come closer, clear awe in his voice. "-guarding the souls of the living down there, seeing them prosper and grow."
Fuck, his bones are freezing and they've barely reached the place properly yet, but Jaskier's fingers are already itching for his notebook. If this is enough to get his muse going, he looks forward to a winter filled with stories to last him for days.
When they finally make it to the entrance, Jaskier makes Pegasus slow down, dying to hop down and explore but keeping himself in check for now. There is something he still isn't sure how it'll work out yet, and he turns to Geralt to ask him exactly that. "Should I... wait here until you talk to Vesemir?"
Do I need permission to step inside, it's what he means. He doesn't want his arrival to start with the wrong foot.
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Eskel has already seen the wolf brooch anyway, and Jaskier is determined to keep it there for the rest of the ride, including when they finally make it to the keep. He's not going to hide his message when the wolves themselves are the ones that need it the most.
I'm not afraid of you. I welcome you in my life.
Without wasting any time, Jaskier tucks up himself against that incredibly warm body of Geralt's, his arms moving around the witcher's waist and his head resting on his chest. His smile grows when Geralt breathes against his hair. As far as he is concerned, he shall never use pillows again. (Well, unless Geralt is being an ass, but that's a different pillow use.)
He sleeps deeply and peacefully, feeling safe in his lover's arms. So it's good luck to have two witchers to bother him early in the morning this time, because if it was up to him, he would stay where he is a few hours more. Winter is coming, though, and he understands the need to hurry. There will be plenty of time to cuddle when they arrive to their destination.
(Eskel has a lot of teasing to do when he finds them so pressed against each other, but Jaskier doesn't mind. In fact, he kind of enjoys it - it sounds like approval.)
'The trail' (or 'The Killer' as Eskel kindly informs him) is as harsh as Geralt had told him, and Jaskier would've never been able to go though it alone - hell, he probably wouldn't have even been able to find it. He tries his best to memorize the way, but snow is already around them, making it hard to identify any land marks without witcher eyes. No wonder it's earned that nickname. Roach and Scorpion seem to be familiar with their surroundings, though, and Jaskier hopes Pegasus can pick up at least one tenth of that knowledge - they are definitely coming back some day, that's for sure. These wolves are his family now, whether they like it or not.
Conversation is difficult to keep up even for Jaskier. He exchanges anecdotes with Eskel a couple of times, but for most of the trip, they are too tired or too cold (or both!) to chat. Some times they aren't even riding side by side, and Jaskier doesn't have enhanced ears to hear whatever they say while being sandwiched in line between them (which is incredibly sweet of them, by the way, to protect him like that - look at this the songbird, safe in the center of the pack).
There is no stopping the inspiration that hits him, however, when the keep comes into view. Kaer Morhen lies on the mountains as if it had grown out of them naturally, and neither the pass of time nor the horrible siege had done anything to keep it from being impressive and intimidating. This is no lord's castle, this is the witchers' home, and such title is carved in every stone.
"On top of the mountain for hundred of years, watching the valley below-" He starts reciting as they come closer, clear awe in his voice. "-guarding the souls of the living down there, seeing them prosper and grow."
Fuck, his bones are freezing and they've barely reached the place properly yet, but Jaskier's fingers are already itching for his notebook. If this is enough to get his muse going, he looks forward to a winter filled with stories to last him for days.
When they finally make it to the entrance, Jaskier makes Pegasus slow down, dying to hop down and explore but keeping himself in check for now. There is something he still isn't sure how it'll work out yet, and he turns to Geralt to ask him exactly that. "Should I... wait here until you talk to Vesemir?"
Do I need permission to step inside, it's what he means. He doesn't want his arrival to start with the wrong foot.