Geralt isn't surprised by the shift in Jaskier's scent-- not after hearing this ballad, knowing the kind of heartache that he's carrying. He and Dandelion are what Jaskier wants and cannot have, the love of the witcher that he'd given the best years of his life to. Where Dandelion had been rewarded for his loyalty and companionship with affection, gentleness, and intimacy, Jaskier had been given harsh words and an undignified send-off. Tossed aside like an old dog. Who wouldn't be a little bitter, a little jealous?
Jaskier launches into a little rant about love, which seems like it may be one of his favorite topics to rant about. Geralt indulges him through it, until he trails off with something about his taste in women.
"I'm not apologizing," he says, "and I think there's nothing wrong with my taste in women. They were all amazing people, even if they weren't the ones for me. Still friends with many of them."
Even Yennefer. Just because breaking the djinn wish had revealed that the intense, all-consuming attraction had been nothing more than magic, that didn't negate decades of knowing her. She is still important to him, though not in the same way.
"I thought this might make you uncomfortable because of what I heard in the song."
Geralt pushes off of the wall with his shoulder and instead sits below the windowsill, makes himself comfortable near Jaskier's feet.
"I've been told that I've gotten a lot better at talking and listening, in the past few years," he offers, tilting his head back to look up at the bard. "Can string a few words together, learned to pay attention when people talk about things that aren't about a contract or horses. You could talk about it, if you want. Maybe I'll have some insight."
Who else would know the inner workings of Geralt's mind better than Geralt himself? And if it would help ease him, either by confirming his suspicions or rejecting them, Geralt would listen. Gods know he's sat next to Dandelion to help sort out far more foolish problems than this.
"And if not, dinner will be ready in about an hour. I can make sure there's plenty of wine."
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Jaskier launches into a little rant about love, which seems like it may be one of his favorite topics to rant about. Geralt indulges him through it, until he trails off with something about his taste in women.
"I'm not apologizing," he says, "and I think there's nothing wrong with my taste in women. They were all amazing people, even if they weren't the ones for me. Still friends with many of them."
Even Yennefer. Just because breaking the djinn wish had revealed that the intense, all-consuming attraction had been nothing more than magic, that didn't negate decades of knowing her. She is still important to him, though not in the same way.
"I thought this might make you uncomfortable because of what I heard in the song."
Geralt pushes off of the wall with his shoulder and instead sits below the windowsill, makes himself comfortable near Jaskier's feet.
"I've been told that I've gotten a lot better at talking and listening, in the past few years," he offers, tilting his head back to look up at the bard. "Can string a few words together, learned to pay attention when people talk about things that aren't about a contract or horses. You could talk about it, if you want. Maybe I'll have some insight."
Who else would know the inner workings of Geralt's mind better than Geralt himself? And if it would help ease him, either by confirming his suspicions or rejecting them, Geralt would listen. Gods know he's sat next to Dandelion to help sort out far more foolish problems than this.
"And if not, dinner will be ready in about an hour. I can make sure there's plenty of wine."