[ Jaskier's growing irritation is both an irritation itself and also concerning. Geralt lets him go, if only because he isn't trying to piss Jaskier off. For once. He's asking a genuine damn question here. He can hear the spike in Jaskier's heart, and it raises a mild alarm in him. What is— ]
Hey. Calm down—
[ Oh, for. Fuck's sake. He doesn't need a mirror; he can both smell the bloom and feel a stir in his hair. The faint crackle of magic. Geralt takes a deep breath as he reaches up and plucks the purple flower out of his hair. (Of all the things.)
He holds it out between them, one eyebrow raised. Well? ]
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Hey. Calm down—
[ Oh, for. Fuck's sake. He doesn't need a mirror; he can both smell the bloom and feel a stir in his hair. The faint crackle of magic. Geralt takes a deep breath as he reaches up and plucks the purple flower out of his hair. (Of all the things.)
He holds it out between them, one eyebrow raised. Well? ]