[ His lips curl faintly at the edges. ] It's more than I usually say to you.
[ True, that Jaskier never asks permission. Equally true that it's been some time now since Geralt has cared about that. He lets Jaskier embrace him, hand going up to curl around Jaskier's shoulder. He smells blood (his own), sweat, oils and herbs. Feels like he could sleep for a thousand years. But every time he closes his eyes, without exhaustion to pull him into sheer nothingness, he sees—
More than he wants to see. So. He's awake.
He picks a cup of water off the bedside table, pressing it into Jaskier's hands. His dark hair's grown even longer since Geralt last saw him. Shaggy bangs. Suits him, though. Geralt can't decide if it makes Jaskier look older or younger. Both at once, perhaps. ]
I tried to leave a message for you. At Kaer Morhen. [ He had not entirely meant to leave them without word. Not for so long. It was only that— ] I couldn't hold the connection.
[ He's admitting his state of being, with that explanation—it's a rare thing, for Geralt to find it impossible to concentrate, to meditate—but it doesn't matter. Jaskier can already guess he wasn't exactly at peace during that period. ]
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[ True, that Jaskier never asks permission. Equally true that it's been some time now since Geralt has cared about that. He lets Jaskier embrace him, hand going up to curl around Jaskier's shoulder. He smells blood (his own), sweat, oils and herbs. Feels like he could sleep for a thousand years. But every time he closes his eyes, without exhaustion to pull him into sheer nothingness, he sees—
More than he wants to see. So. He's awake.
He picks a cup of water off the bedside table, pressing it into Jaskier's hands. His dark hair's grown even longer since Geralt last saw him. Shaggy bangs. Suits him, though. Geralt can't decide if it makes Jaskier look older or younger. Both at once, perhaps. ]
I tried to leave a message for you. At Kaer Morhen. [ He had not entirely meant to leave them without word. Not for so long. It was only that— ] I couldn't hold the connection.
[ He's admitting his state of being, with that explanation—it's a rare thing, for Geralt to find it impossible to concentrate, to meditate—but it doesn't matter. Jaskier can already guess he wasn't exactly at peace during that period. ]