Geralt hums in response to the bard’s many and varied insults for his alternate universe counterpart. It’s justified, anyway, considering how poorly the other witcher had treated him. Who could blame him for his ire after the things that were said at their parting?
Jaskier doesn’t look at him, instead turning his gaze to the lovely sunset that colors the whole vineyard in shades of red and gold. It’s the kind of sight that men paid thousands for. The fact that it’s now Geralt’s is... something that he’s still getting used to, even after a full year. The idea that maybe he’ll be a witcher who retires.
You and Dandelion... you’re together.
Geralt had wondered when Jaskier would ask that question. When he would notice that the witcher and his bard are a little closer than just best friends in the whole wide world. Not that Dandelion isn’t— he’s just also his lover, too.
“We are,” he says. “Dandelion is the heart of me, and he has been for probably longer than I realized. Though living with me has been a recent development for the both of us.”
Both because neither have been the settling down types, and because having the estate has been quite the new thing. And Geralt knows that Dandelion won’t stay for good— he has to go back to Novigrad, to the Chameleon, eventually. It’s what he wanted for so long and Geralt won’t demand that he stay.
“I won’t apologize for it. If I’ve learned anything from him, it’s that I spent too long denying the things I felt. But I hope this won’t make you uncomfortable.”
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Jaskier doesn’t look at him, instead turning his gaze to the lovely sunset that colors the whole vineyard in shades of red and gold. It’s the kind of sight that men paid thousands for. The fact that it’s now Geralt’s is... something that he’s still getting used to, even after a full year. The idea that maybe he’ll be a witcher who retires.
You and Dandelion... you’re together.
Geralt had wondered when Jaskier would ask that question. When he would notice that the witcher and his bard are a little closer than just best friends in the whole wide world. Not that Dandelion isn’t— he’s just also his lover, too.
“We are,” he says. “Dandelion is the heart of me, and he has been for probably longer than I realized. Though living with me has been a recent development for the both of us.”
Both because neither have been the settling down types, and because having the estate has been quite the new thing. And Geralt knows that Dandelion won’t stay for good— he has to go back to Novigrad, to the Chameleon, eventually. It’s what he wanted for so long and Geralt won’t demand that he stay.
“I won’t apologize for it. If I’ve learned anything from him, it’s that I spent too long denying the things I felt. But I hope this won’t make you uncomfortable.”