"I don't think anybody really understands me, Geralt." He says, laughing. It's not at the witcher, but simply a expression of mirth. "But if anyone could ever come close, that's probably you."
The mirth sends all the last of the bitterness away, and Jaskier's scent is back to being overwhelmingly sweet. The nickname is back, and he has Geralt's trust. His feelings, too, beating strongly in that broad chest. They have each other, they have trust, and they keep managing to work through their troubles - even if they needed a little push to do so.
They're going to be fine.
They have pears.
Geralt's offering the brooch himself, without Jaskier having to ask for it, that makes him smile from ear to ear. He doesn't grab it though - with his heart beating fast, he reaches for Geralt's face instead, to bring him in for a kiss. It starts sweet and tender but gods, he's missed this, missed him, so Jaskier ends up nibbling on Geralt's lower lip and letting his tongue make a quick peek before finally pulling back, cheeks flushed.
"I do. Go on, my wolf, make your claim. And then you shall start working on making my scent right again." A wink. "I hope you understand I may have to hug Eskel again tomorrow as a thank you for pushing us here, so you better be incredibly thorough."
He's being a little shit, and he knows it. But a possessive Geralt is such a fun Geralt, and going down to breakfast with a purple neck would be the perfect fuck you on Vesemir's face.
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The mirth sends all the last of the bitterness away, and Jaskier's scent is back to being overwhelmingly sweet. The nickname is back, and he has Geralt's trust. His feelings, too, beating strongly in that broad chest. They have each other, they have trust, and they keep managing to work through their troubles - even if they needed a little push to do so.
They're going to be fine.
They have pears.
Geralt's offering the brooch himself, without Jaskier having to ask for it, that makes him smile from ear to ear. He doesn't grab it though - with his heart beating fast, he reaches for Geralt's face instead, to bring him in for a kiss. It starts sweet and tender but gods, he's missed this, missed him, so Jaskier ends up nibbling on Geralt's lower lip and letting his tongue make a quick peek before finally pulling back, cheeks flushed.
"I do. Go on, my wolf, make your claim. And then you shall start working on making my scent right again." A wink. "I hope you understand I may have to hug Eskel again tomorrow as a thank you for pushing us here, so you better be incredibly thorough."
He's being a little shit, and he knows it. But a possessive Geralt is such a fun Geralt, and going down to breakfast with a purple neck would be the perfect fuck you on Vesemir's face.