Kaer Morhen - the Wolf School headquarters. The closest thing Geralt has to a home. A place of stories and legends. Can't deny it, Jaskier is jealous that Cirilla gets to visit it, to live there. To see and learn everything that made Geralt who he is today. It makes sense, he knows, she's his Child Surprise - his daughter in all sense of the word. She gets privileges he'll never get access to - and isn't that an ironic thought, because Jaskier already has unique access to a mountain of things regarding Geralt. Like rubbing chamomile on his lovely bottom.
But he can't help it, he's ambitious and in love. When it comes to Geralt, he wants it all.
"The man responsible for your breathtaking use of the sword? She's as safe as she can be, then."
A bit of a generic answer, he knows, but his mind is now lost in the rest of what Geralt said. He forces himself to finish the pottage, not matter how hard his stomach is turning right now. Separating when winter comes isn't news to them, they've been doing it since they met. Jaskier to Oxenfurt, Geralt to Kaer Morhen. It's tradition by now.
They just reunited, though. Jaskier doesn't want to part so soon, not after a year of heartbreak. He wants to stay by Geralt's side, catch up with his adventures, get him all tidy and pretty again, sleep to his side and dream to the unique rhythm of his heartbeat, he wants--
Whatever you want.
All. He wants it all. When he was a child, Jaskier was't allowed to want many things outside of what was viscount appropriate. Jaskier promised he would never be shackled by those chains again, and here is Geralt, offering him the world.
The pottage bowl is put down and Jaskier drinks a good amount of cider before speaking again, a hand reaching to hold onto Geralt's sleeve.
"Whatever you want, you said. Did you really mean it?" He rests his head on Geralt's shoulder, eyes closing. "I know how our winters usually go, I remember the routine. But I can't do it again so soon, Geralt. I just got you back."
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But he can't help it, he's ambitious and in love. When it comes to Geralt, he wants it all.
"The man responsible for your breathtaking use of the sword? She's as safe as she can be, then."
A bit of a generic answer, he knows, but his mind is now lost in the rest of what Geralt said. He forces himself to finish the pottage, not matter how hard his stomach is turning right now. Separating when winter comes isn't news to them, they've been doing it since they met. Jaskier to Oxenfurt, Geralt to Kaer Morhen. It's tradition by now.
They just reunited, though. Jaskier doesn't want to part so soon, not after a year of heartbreak. He wants to stay by Geralt's side, catch up with his adventures, get him all tidy and pretty again, sleep to his side and dream to the unique rhythm of his heartbeat, he wants--
Whatever you want.
All. He wants it all. When he was a child, Jaskier was't allowed to want many things outside of what was viscount appropriate. Jaskier promised he would never be shackled by those chains again, and here is Geralt, offering him the world.
The pottage bowl is put down and Jaskier drinks a good amount of cider before speaking again, a hand reaching to hold onto Geralt's sleeve.
"Whatever you want, you said. Did you really mean it?" He rests his head on Geralt's shoulder, eyes closing. "I know how our winters usually go, I remember the routine. But I can't do it again so soon, Geralt. I just got you back."