[Jaskier glances down at their entwined arms, and for half a second there is a frown to his normally soft brows. Had he simply imagined the tightening of his grip? He hardly think Verity fears Jaskier escaping his touch, and he has made no attempt to, so --
Oh, look. Now the Wolf's got him bloody anxious, which is, frankly, a state that should be absolutely impossible for him. Is he not the Sun, after all?
And his name comes up again. Jaskier huffs, but it's light and affectionate. Nothing Geralt could do to him would ever truly upset him.] He does have a penchant for using his hands. And he isn't bad with them. [It would normally be a double entendre, but Jaskier's mind is still preoccupied from his running before.] Forgive my saying so, but it shocks me still you're such a good match. He's always been such an irritable bastard. [His smile returns, brows smoothed out.
He's been to one of Geralt's cabins. They're nothing if not cozy. Warm. The way Sam had always felt like home... he thinks Geralt brings that to his cabins, too.] Though you've an eternity's worth of patience, which certainly doesn't hurt.
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Oh, look. Now the Wolf's got him bloody anxious, which is, frankly, a state that should be absolutely impossible for him. Is he not the Sun, after all?
And his name comes up again. Jaskier huffs, but it's light and affectionate. Nothing Geralt could do to him would ever truly upset him.] He does have a penchant for using his hands. And he isn't bad with them. [It would normally be a double entendre, but Jaskier's mind is still preoccupied from his running before.] Forgive my saying so, but it shocks me still you're such a good match. He's always been such an irritable bastard. [His smile returns, brows smoothed out.
He's been to one of Geralt's cabins. They're nothing if not cozy. Warm. The way Sam had always felt like home... he thinks Geralt brings that to his cabins, too.] Though you've an eternity's worth of patience, which certainly doesn't hurt.