Geralt doesn't fall for any of his teasing, which is a bit disappointing. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it either, though, so that's something? Jaskier will take it as a good sign anyway.
What he doesn't expect is suddenly seeing this brick wall of a man going all soft and affectionate for his horse. Bollocks. How can one guy be so hot and so kind at the same time? Built like the statue of a Greek god, good with animals, and a caring dad too judging from his earlier reaction. Jaskier can already feel a crush forming - it's not surprising, really, he's falling for people all the fucking time, but this is a new record. His sister is going to destroy him when he calls her later.
"Pegasus, you fiend!" He exclaims with a gasp, a hand going to his chest. Someone likes being dramatic. "I thought we were becoming friends!"
Luckily for Pegasus, he's cute as fuck, and Jaskier doesn't really mean his indignation. What he does mean is the huff that escapes his lips when Geralt calls his work passable. Wow, strict much?
(Then again, he has no room to complain, no student of his is allowed to play too freely with his instruments either - at least not until they know what they're doing.)
He has better expectations for the next part, though. Like riding a bike, he had said, and he means it. His body remembers the motions, no different of it knowing every step to a dance (and Jaskier is a great dancer). Mounting Pegasus on his first try makes him grateful for deciding to take up yoga to keep his body flexible (his bed partners have thanked him for it as well), and after that, it's muscle memory.
There are some differences that Jaskier discovers when he starts walking him around the perimeter as Geralt instructed him, which if he has to guess, has to do with the simple fact he's grown up, because his legs feel a bit different around the horse from what he remembers. He ends up walking for longer than he planned, getting used to those new details, but once his body gets the message? The trotting appears, and only it takes two perimeters rounds before the trotting becomes cantering - which Geralt didn't mention, but Jaskier has lost himself in the riding, memories taking over and reminding him of that wonderful sense of freedom he'd get from one of the few activities that allowed him to pretend he was running away from that awful house.
So excuse him as he starts laughing - it's not at anything in particular. Just an expression of how giddy, fun and simply light his heart is feeling at the moment.
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What he doesn't expect is suddenly seeing this brick wall of a man going all soft and affectionate for his horse. Bollocks. How can one guy be so hot and so kind at the same time? Built like the statue of a Greek god, good with animals, and a caring dad too judging from his earlier reaction. Jaskier can already feel a crush forming - it's not surprising, really, he's falling for people all the fucking time, but this is a new record. His sister is going to destroy him when he calls her later.
"Pegasus, you fiend!" He exclaims with a gasp, a hand going to his chest. Someone likes being dramatic. "I thought we were becoming friends!"
Luckily for Pegasus, he's cute as fuck, and Jaskier doesn't really mean his indignation. What he does mean is the huff that escapes his lips when Geralt calls his work passable. Wow, strict much?
(Then again, he has no room to complain, no student of his is allowed to play too freely with his instruments either - at least not until they know what they're doing.)
He has better expectations for the next part, though. Like riding a bike, he had said, and he means it. His body remembers the motions, no different of it knowing every step to a dance (and Jaskier is a great dancer). Mounting Pegasus on his first try makes him grateful for deciding to take up yoga to keep his body flexible (his bed partners have thanked him for it as well), and after that, it's muscle memory.
There are some differences that Jaskier discovers when he starts walking him around the perimeter as Geralt instructed him, which if he has to guess, has to do with the simple fact he's grown up, because his legs feel a bit different around the horse from what he remembers. He ends up walking for longer than he planned, getting used to those new details, but once his body gets the message? The trotting appears, and only it takes two perimeters rounds before the trotting becomes cantering - which Geralt didn't mention, but Jaskier has lost himself in the riding, memories taking over and reminding him of that wonderful sense of freedom he'd get from one of the few activities that allowed him to pretend he was running away from that awful house.
So excuse him as he starts laughing - it's not at anything in particular. Just an expression of how giddy, fun and simply light his heart is feeling at the moment.