[ Mm. Good times, trapped in the dungeons. He’d be lying if he said it’s not been easier to breathe out of those cages, but—
Nothing’s ever simple, is it?
He tips back more wine. His head buzzes pleasantly. He’s watching the water—assuming Jaskier’s talking away as always. Not until he catches the spark of magic out of the corner of his eye does he look over.
A horse. Covered in vines and leaves. It moves exactly as a real horse does, perched in the centre of Jaskier’s palm.
Geralt’s eyes brighten. His typical wry amusement is visible, but there’s more, too. A genuine delight, subdued and rare—only just noticeable in the way he reaches for the miniature magical steed with especial care to take her into his own palm. This is the most fucking idiotic thing Jaskier has ever done. And it sends a quiet warmth through him he isn’t ready for.
From the wine, no doubt. Nothing more. ]
They can’t both be Roach. [ Geralt does not explain this statement. He says it as though it’s obvious. He cradles the flowering mare. His tone is teasing, light, but gruff at the edges, too. Like he’s aware he’s shown more of his hand than he meant to. ] She’s almost large enough for you to ride.
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Nothing’s ever simple, is it?
He tips back more wine. His head buzzes pleasantly. He’s watching the water—assuming Jaskier’s talking away as always. Not until he catches the spark of magic out of the corner of his eye does he look over.
A horse. Covered in vines and leaves. It moves exactly as a real horse does, perched in the centre of Jaskier’s palm.
Geralt’s eyes brighten. His typical wry amusement is visible, but there’s more, too. A genuine delight, subdued and rare—only just noticeable in the way he reaches for the miniature magical steed with especial care to take her into his own palm. This is the most fucking idiotic thing Jaskier has ever done. And it sends a quiet warmth through him he isn’t ready for.
From the wine, no doubt. Nothing more. ]
They can’t both be Roach. [ Geralt does not explain this statement. He says it as though it’s obvious. He cradles the flowering mare. His tone is teasing, light, but gruff at the edges, too. Like he’s aware he’s shown more of his hand than he meant to. ] She’s almost large enough for you to ride.