[ That gets a soft snort out of him. He thinks, briefly, about stealing another kiss—but the moment’s passed. Another time. If opportunity arises.
Unlike Jaskier, Geralt makes no move to refill his cup or indulge too far in the utter lack of rules this place grants them. He simply picks up the bottle of wine and pours out what’s left. There’s a lot he’s still trying not to think about, not to dwell on. He nudges the small hose along, so that it trots up and down the length of the pier between them.
He misses the simplicity of riding. Of travelling. Not alone but…with someone he could call a friend. Even if it took a long time for him to really accept that. Even if it was easier to push it away than try to keep it. ]
They’re good companions. [ There’s still a faint curve to his lips. He looks over at Jaskier, before adding quietly, ] A rather fine travelling companion.
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Unlike Jaskier, Geralt makes no move to refill his cup or indulge too far in the utter lack of rules this place grants them. He simply picks up the bottle of wine and pours out what’s left. There’s a lot he’s still trying not to think about, not to dwell on. He nudges the small hose along, so that it trots up and down the length of the pier between them.
He misses the simplicity of riding. Of travelling. Not alone but…with someone he could call a friend. Even if it took a long time for him to really accept that. Even if it was easier to push it away than try to keep it. ]
They’re good companions. [ There’s still a faint curve to his lips. He looks over at Jaskier, before adding quietly, ] A rather fine travelling companion.