"Ours." Jaskier quickly corrects. His tone is light, not even starting to suspect the reason why Geralt worded it like he did. He just thinks the witcher needs to get used to the concept of them being a couple now, and Jaskier will gladly guide him through it.
When the door to the room opens, Jaskier can't help standing there for a second, taking it all in. This... is is Geralt's bedroom. His personal space. The man who doesn't have any wants, the man who doesn't keep things with him that aren't practical... here it is all of it, in one space, filled with his things. Every corner of this room is Geralt.
"Eskel wasn't joking about you being a bookworm, huh." He comments with the biggest smile as he steps inside.
Jaskier lets his fingertips brush every object near him as he walks around, observing every detail. The book topics don't surprise him, but he's pleased to see Geralt's collection of journals - he's always wanted a peek into those. The potion labels make him giggle, and he makes a mental note to offer his penmanship to everyone later if this is how all labeling in the keep looks.
What does shock him and takes the air out of his lungs with a loud gasps are finding his old gifts. Not only the horse and cards, but also the damn ribbon. Once upon a time, Jaskier had tried to shower Geralt with gifts, and he thought the man didn't appreciate them - he changed to practical things after a couple of tries, like sharpening stones.
So to find them here, and well taken care of... there goes the sweet smell filling the room, his heart beating at hundred beats a minute.
"You- you kept them! All of them!"
He runs to Geralt and hugs the hell out of him, arms around his waist with as much as strength as a bard can muster, which isn't much against a witcher's wall of brick muscles, but hey, the intention is what counts, right? He's about to start a soft 'you've been adorable' kiss, but of course that's the moment Geralt chooses to open his mouth.
"...what?"
Oh, Melitele, please give him patience to deal with witcher bullshit.
"Geralt! We can pick up our things later! Why do you think I told Vesemir about the vodka? Let them find it themselves." He pulls back and starts working on taking off Geralt's armor, not different from the ritual they'd have after a hunt, with the witcher too tired or hurt (or both) to move. And even if it only had been a drowner hunt and Geralt had plenty of energy left, Jaskier would this for him anyway, because he deserves a gentle touch and warm comfort that should come after the emotional weight that comes with having to take lives, even a monster one. "You need to rest. Stop worrying for a second, would you, darling? We're all here. Safe. Your brothers. Your daughter. Your lover. You've taken care of us all, now take care of yourself."
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When the door to the room opens, Jaskier can't help standing there for a second, taking it all in. This... is is Geralt's bedroom. His personal space. The man who doesn't have any wants, the man who doesn't keep things with him that aren't practical... here it is all of it, in one space, filled with his things. Every corner of this room is Geralt.
"Eskel wasn't joking about you being a bookworm, huh." He comments with the biggest smile as he steps inside.
Jaskier lets his fingertips brush every object near him as he walks around, observing every detail. The book topics don't surprise him, but he's pleased to see Geralt's collection of journals - he's always wanted a peek into those. The potion labels make him giggle, and he makes a mental note to offer his penmanship to everyone later if this is how all labeling in the keep looks.
What does shock him and takes the air out of his lungs with a loud gasps are finding his old gifts. Not only the horse and cards, but also the damn ribbon. Once upon a time, Jaskier had tried to shower Geralt with gifts, and he thought the man didn't appreciate them - he changed to practical things after a couple of tries, like sharpening stones.
So to find them here, and well taken care of... there goes the sweet smell filling the room, his heart beating at hundred beats a minute.
"You- you kept them! All of them!"
He runs to Geralt and hugs the hell out of him, arms around his waist with as much as strength as a bard can muster, which isn't much against a witcher's wall of brick muscles, but hey, the intention is what counts, right? He's about to start a soft 'you've been adorable' kiss, but of course that's the moment Geralt chooses to open his mouth.
"...what?"
Oh, Melitele, please give him patience to deal with witcher bullshit.
"Geralt! We can pick up our things later! Why do you think I told Vesemir about the vodka? Let them find it themselves." He pulls back and starts working on taking off Geralt's armor, not different from the ritual they'd have after a hunt, with the witcher too tired or hurt (or both) to move. And even if it only had been a drowner hunt and Geralt had plenty of energy left, Jaskier would this for him anyway, because he deserves a gentle touch and warm comfort that should come after the emotional weight that comes with having to take lives, even a monster one. "You need to rest. Stop worrying for a second, would you, darling? We're all here. Safe. Your brothers. Your daughter. Your lover. You've taken care of us all, now take care of yourself."