[ Some comfort lies in the familiarity of sitting beside the bard with a drink. Someplace quiet, by the water. Where he will rarely talk and Jaskier will hum a tune or tell some indulgent tale. They’ve been here a hundred times before. He likes to think they’ll be here yet for another hundred still.
Men like me. Geralt gives a soft exhale, tinged with amusement. Of course it’s simple to Jaskier. Geralt can’t really begrudge him for that, even if it can never be the same for him. Perhaps Jaskier has a point. Perhaps he does overcomplicate shit that doesn’t need to be. ]
He’s all right. [ Yeah. He likes him. The bird. It has personality, and even Roach appears rather fond. Geralt will not admit he’s fed the bird once or twice—but probably, it isn’t hard to have noticed him doing so. If Jaskier has found some worthwhile creations within his magic, then. That’s good. It’s a good sign.
He glances over. His lips tilt ever so slightly. ] Show me a horse, and then we’ll talk.
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Men like me. Geralt gives a soft exhale, tinged with amusement. Of course it’s simple to Jaskier. Geralt can’t really begrudge him for that, even if it can never be the same for him. Perhaps Jaskier has a point. Perhaps he does overcomplicate shit that doesn’t need to be. ]
He’s all right. [ Yeah. He likes him. The bird. It has personality, and even Roach appears rather fond. Geralt will not admit he’s fed the bird once or twice—but probably, it isn’t hard to have noticed him doing so. If Jaskier has found some worthwhile creations within his magic, then. That’s good. It’s a good sign.
He glances over. His lips tilt ever so slightly. ] Show me a horse, and then we’ll talk.