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Geralt z Rivii ([personal profile] gynvael) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2021-10-05 02:34 am (UTC)

[ Geralt waves off Jaskier's hand in his hair with an automatic sort of annoyance, like brushing away a fly. If the bard is going to pass out drunk, he supposes better on top of him than slipping into the water. He wants to say he does not know how they got here, Jaskier against him and practically admitting he has charms, but. He does. He does know.

It's nothing to contemplate upon for too long. ]


Is it my ego we're suddenly concerned about? [ That is, in fact, something Geralt's said to Jaskier before. More than once, undoubtedly.

When his wine is empty and gone, Geralt finally sets both cup and bottle aside. The night is winding down. He wants to end it on a pleasant note. Which...this is. Pleasant, he means. He gathers the miniature horse into his hand. True, he could summon it any time and have it appear at Kaer Morhen. He needn't physically bring it there. But that feels different than taking with him the precise one Jaskier created, here in this moment.

He stands, steady despite all the liquor, but with more concentration and less grace than he normally posses. He claps Jaskier once on the shoulder. He isn't really thinking, for once, when he says, ]
I'll see the princess home.

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