[ That is, Geralt considers, not an unfair accusation. He does think too damn much. He wishes he didn't. That he could think and feel nothing except of the monsters ahead of him that he would kill, and the coin that he would pocket afterwards.
He has. He's managed to find them before, always. Maybe it's more accurate to say, he doesn't know where he will find the monsters this time. Guess they'll simply find him first. In the meantime, he has wine and his...friend. His friend who's leaning towards him between one blink and the next. Geralt opens his mouth to say something only to find it covered with Jaskier's lips instead.
Mm. Oh.
He watches the bard pull away. Jaskier looks pleased with himself, his cheeks flush pink with the wine, a curl of lengthening hair over his forehead. He rolls his eyes a little, turning away before the fond exasperation grows too obvious on his face. He takes it back. Creating that horse is now only the second most idiotic thing Jaskier's ever done.
He's finding he minds neither all that much. It is thoughtless, but not careless. A whim that's come and gone and come again over the years. It is not because of the liquor that Geralt doesn't think twice about what's just occurred. Doesn't address it any further, either, other than a lick over his lips. He can taste the grapes. Not much between them has ever needed to be spoken out loud. Now's no different. ]
Is that all it takes? [ He glances sidelong at Jaskier as he finishes off the rest of the wine in his cup. ] Talk of horses?
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He has. He's managed to find them before, always. Maybe it's more accurate to say, he doesn't know where he will find the monsters this time. Guess they'll simply find him first. In the meantime, he has wine and his...friend. His friend who's leaning towards him between one blink and the next. Geralt opens his mouth to say something only to find it covered with Jaskier's lips instead.
Mm. Oh.
He watches the bard pull away. Jaskier looks pleased with himself, his cheeks flush pink with the wine, a curl of lengthening hair over his forehead. He rolls his eyes a little, turning away before the fond exasperation grows too obvious on his face. He takes it back. Creating that horse is now only the second most idiotic thing Jaskier's ever done.
He's finding he minds neither all that much. It is thoughtless, but not careless. A whim that's come and gone and come again over the years. It is not because of the liquor that Geralt doesn't think twice about what's just occurred. Doesn't address it any further, either, other than a lick over his lips. He can taste the grapes. Not much between them has ever needed to be spoken out loud. Now's no different. ]
Is that all it takes? [ He glances sidelong at Jaskier as he finishes off the rest of the wine in his cup. ] Talk of horses?