Be glad you were never on the receiving end of my fist.
"...bollocks."
The curse is mumbled before he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. For fuck's sake, of all the things to be different... It's kind ironic, though, because of all the mistreatment he's received from Geralt through the years, the punch is the one thing he never resented him for, not truly. Geralt expressing an emotion for a change? Never a bad thing, and Jaskier did insult him. It is frustrating that he's been the only one to be punched for it -Geralt should be defending himself like that from everyone that insults him, really, there's a reason why Jaskier's had so many arguments at inns and taverns, getting them both in trouble- but it never truly bothered him.
He's looking at it differently now, after the mountain.
New Geralt isn't going to like this, he can tell. But the witcher is probably already smelling his hesitation, knowing something is going on.
"If I must be glad then it's over the receiving end having been my guts and not my face." He replies with the lightest tone he can muster. "These lovely lips must stay unbruised to keep singing to the innkeepers and kissing their maids."
Will he ever feel ready? Melitele's tits, he wants to believe so. He hates that he's letting this affect him so much, usually he loves and moves on much faster. The situation is unique, he reminds himself, a relationship of twenty years that built his reputation and career isn't the same as a fling, or even what he had with the Countess. Clinging to a new Geralt isn't the healthiest alternative either but...
He's so, so done with everything. Jaskier wants to be wanted, need, and New Geralt is, well. Offering him exactly that. He's weak and wanting, can anyone truly blame him for giving in?
"Thank you." His tone is softer now, his scent showing he's calming down, settling in. Not completely happy yet but at least allowing himself to rely on this distraction. "And sorry you've lost your bard because of this. I never thought the witch would take my need to get away from it all so extremely." A thought suddenly comes to his mind, and he can't help snorting. "...or maybe she was trying to grant him his wish as well."
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"...bollocks."
The curse is mumbled before he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. For fuck's sake, of all the things to be different... It's kind ironic, though, because of all the mistreatment he's received from Geralt through the years, the punch is the one thing he never resented him for, not truly. Geralt expressing an emotion for a change? Never a bad thing, and Jaskier did insult him. It is frustrating that he's been the only one to be punched for it -Geralt should be defending himself like that from everyone that insults him, really, there's a reason why Jaskier's had so many arguments at inns and taverns, getting them both in trouble- but it never truly bothered him.
He's looking at it differently now, after the mountain.
New Geralt isn't going to like this, he can tell. But the witcher is probably already smelling his hesitation, knowing something is going on.
"If I must be glad then it's over the receiving end having been my guts and not my face." He replies with the lightest tone he can muster. "These lovely lips must stay unbruised to keep singing to the innkeepers and kissing their maids."
Will he ever feel ready? Melitele's tits, he wants to believe so. He hates that he's letting this affect him so much, usually he loves and moves on much faster. The situation is unique, he reminds himself, a relationship of twenty years that built his reputation and career isn't the same as a fling, or even what he had with the Countess. Clinging to a new Geralt isn't the healthiest alternative either but...
He's so, so done with everything. Jaskier wants to be wanted, need, and New Geralt is, well. Offering him exactly that. He's weak and wanting, can anyone truly blame him for giving in?
"Thank you." His tone is softer now, his scent showing he's calming down, settling in. Not completely happy yet but at least allowing himself to rely on this distraction. "And sorry you've lost your bard because of this. I never thought the witch would take my need to get away from it all so extremely." A thought suddenly comes to his mind, and he can't help snorting. "...or maybe she was trying to grant him his wish as well."