Fuck, he owes Eskel another one. Jaskier wishes he could go down the mountain one last time to reach the nearest town and buy him a thousand gifts, to say the least. He makes a mental note to talk to both him and Cirilla later, for now? There's an argument to go back to, because this bard doesn't give up easily.
Especially when Vesemir ignores most of his arguments to jump on the one most convenient to him, the bastard. It only makes Jaskier seethe more.
"Yes you do, you doubt everything about me! My loyalty, my usefulness, my feelings! My lov-"
But the old man doesn't care for what he has to say, he moves on with his life while taking the last word with him, as if there wasn't any doubt that he's in the right here. Jaskier is reminded of his childhood again, of being powerless in front of his dad, who barked orders before disappearing to fuck his mistress.
How a noble heart like Geralt and a sweet heart like Eskel came out of this place, Jaskier doesn't know. The same way he came out of Lettenhove, he supposes.
"Do something?! I'm not a dog!" This is his voice as his most indignant, and for the first time, he wishes he had something heavier than a pillow to throw at Vesemir. It speaks loudly of how furious he is, because physical pain isn't Jaskier's usual first reaction to things. His hands go around his mouth instead, to help with his yelling - it's not like he needs it, the witcher isn't far away yet so he'll be able to hear him. But a bard can never let go of his dramatics. "For a man that insists so much on following the witcher way, you're doing a great job at sounding like a self-important lord!"
His arms drop to his sides and Jaskier is left there for a moment, breathing heavily and with too many emotions to handle at the same time. Is this how his winter will go? Having to destroy all the walls made of witcher logic after he spent so many years destroying them? Then it's a good thing he came. He can't even start to imagine what would've been like to send Geralt here after the chat they had while he healed. Whatever you want would've possibly become a forgotten dream, buried under the snow.
He finally turns around when he hears Geralt's steps behind him, blue eyes full of worry observing carefully, waiting for a reaction. Usually he would just run to him, be all over his personal space and remind him things are fine. Has Vesemir punched his self-esteem though? He can't help thinking of Geralt not as wolf but a deer, able to be startled away any second now.
"Geralt?" He asks softly, although his heart doesn't match, still furious in his beating. Jaskier comes closer very slowly, giving his boyfriend time to react if he wishes, and finally picks a witcher hand between his own. "Please tell me you don't believe what he said. About me wanting you only for coin and safety, about foolishness not being allowed in the Path. We've been together for so long, why should it change now? I loved you as a friend, now I love you as my significant other. No feeling should be more foolish than the other."
A pause, fighting the urge to touch more, to kiss him, to hold him close.
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Especially when Vesemir ignores most of his arguments to jump on the one most convenient to him, the bastard. It only makes Jaskier seethe more.
"Yes you do, you doubt everything about me! My loyalty, my usefulness, my feelings! My lov-"
But the old man doesn't care for what he has to say, he moves on with his life while taking the last word with him, as if there wasn't any doubt that he's in the right here. Jaskier is reminded of his childhood again, of being powerless in front of his dad, who barked orders before disappearing to fuck his mistress.
How a noble heart like Geralt and a sweet heart like Eskel came out of this place, Jaskier doesn't know. The same way he came out of Lettenhove, he supposes.
"Do something?! I'm not a dog!" This is his voice as his most indignant, and for the first time, he wishes he had something heavier than a pillow to throw at Vesemir. It speaks loudly of how furious he is, because physical pain isn't Jaskier's usual first reaction to things. His hands go around his mouth instead, to help with his yelling - it's not like he needs it, the witcher isn't far away yet so he'll be able to hear him. But a bard can never let go of his dramatics. "For a man that insists so much on following the witcher way, you're doing a great job at sounding like a self-important lord!"
His arms drop to his sides and Jaskier is left there for a moment, breathing heavily and with too many emotions to handle at the same time. Is this how his winter will go? Having to destroy all the walls made of witcher logic after he spent so many years destroying them? Then it's a good thing he came. He can't even start to imagine what would've been like to send Geralt here after the chat they had while he healed. Whatever you want would've possibly become a forgotten dream, buried under the snow.
He finally turns around when he hears Geralt's steps behind him, blue eyes full of worry observing carefully, waiting for a reaction. Usually he would just run to him, be all over his personal space and remind him things are fine. Has Vesemir punched his self-esteem though? He can't help thinking of Geralt not as wolf but a deer, able to be startled away any second now.
"Geralt?" He asks softly, although his heart doesn't match, still furious in his beating. Jaskier comes closer very slowly, giving his boyfriend time to react if he wishes, and finally picks a witcher hand between his own. "Please tell me you don't believe what he said. About me wanting you only for coin and safety, about foolishness not being allowed in the Path. We've been together for so long, why should it change now? I loved you as a friend, now I love you as my significant other. No feeling should be more foolish than the other."
A pause, fighting the urge to touch more, to kiss him, to hold him close.
"You do believe me when I say I love you, right?"