[ Geralt's lips pull down into a frown as a golden paw stretches towards the carving. He lets Jaskier examine the amorphous wooden blob. The wings resemble flattened pieces of clay; the beak makes the figure look as though it bears a miniature head.
It'll take shape with time. ]
Envious? [ He's teasing. Jaskier and John get along well. A rarity when it comes to the men he keeps in his life—but John is...different. Open in a way the others do not allow themselves to be. In a way that Geralt hasn't always allowed himself to be.
He's been trying, as of late, to let go. ]
I'll see him in late spring.
[ Perhaps he will bring John a bauble. Not all them find a home; most end up as kindling. Geralt just likes to keep his hands busy. This one, however. This one, he intends to gift. ]
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It'll take shape with time. ]
Envious? [ He's teasing. Jaskier and John get along well. A rarity when it comes to the men he keeps in his life—but John is...different. Open in a way the others do not allow themselves to be. In a way that Geralt hasn't always allowed himself to be.
He's been trying, as of late, to let go. ]
I'll see him in late spring.
[ Perhaps he will bring John a bauble. Not all them find a home; most end up as kindling. Geralt just likes to keep his hands busy. This one, however. This one, he intends to gift. ]