[Jaskier laughs. For a moment, he doesn't even know what the significance of the response is -- but it's such a ridiculous notion in the first place.]
I'm hardly a princess. The source of the kiss hardly matters, now does it?
[A lord, nor a prince, nor a beast. What he is is a man who means something deeply to Jaskier, because he means something even deeper to Geralt. He sees a being that holds Geralt's heart: someone he would do anything to protect, if he could, but he is the one being protected.
But Geralt would want that, too.
The kiss is so soft. Entirely too soft -- which makes it all the more real. He squeezes John's hand.] I can get by on luck.
[He may not remember the moment it happened. When he woke, or when the dream shattered, or if he was there long enough for the sky to break... but he does remember this. Warm hands, and a light kiss.]
🎀? thank you for this!! it was a blast
I'm hardly a princess. The source of the kiss hardly matters, now does it?
[A lord, nor a prince, nor a beast. What he is is a man who means something deeply to Jaskier, because he means something even deeper to Geralt. He sees a being that holds Geralt's heart: someone he would do anything to protect, if he could, but he is the one being protected.
But Geralt would want that, too.
The kiss is so soft. Entirely too soft -- which makes it all the more real. He squeezes John's hand.] I can get by on luck.
[He may not remember the moment it happened. When he woke, or when the dream shattered, or if he was there long enough for the sky to break... but he does remember this. Warm hands, and a light kiss.]