[ The flush of heat that runs through him drags a groan out of him. All at once, he feels too much, curved over the bed. He takes a moment to breath, to steady himself, before he rolls over. Turns to face Jaskier in time to catch the softness in those eyes.
Hm. He says nothing of it. He does notice, though. ]
Is it as you imagined? [ His lips curl to match the tease. He knows. Of course he knows Jaskier has thought of it; the bard has made that clear. And yet the way Jaskier reaches for him is not teasing at all. It's startlingly gentle. Leaves him thinking, a bit, before he simply accepts the gesture for what it is and settles down on the pillows. Jaskier's always had too soft a fucking soul. One might wonder how he made it this far in the world, but Geralt understands that that is exactly the reason how. There is no one bolder than a man who wears his heart so glaringly on his sleeve.
He pushes a tangled, sticky sheet off the bed. A quiet sits between them for some time. There are things he considers saying. He keeps them to himself for the moment. Instead, he snuffs out one of the candles to dim the lights. The moon shines through the half-drawn curtains.
Probably, he still will not sleep much tonight. But it weighs on him less with company. ]
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Hm. He says nothing of it. He does notice, though. ]
Is it as you imagined? [ His lips curl to match the tease. He knows. Of course he knows Jaskier has thought of it; the bard has made that clear. And yet the way Jaskier reaches for him is not teasing at all. It's startlingly gentle. Leaves him thinking, a bit, before he simply accepts the gesture for what it is and settles down on the pillows. Jaskier's always had too soft a fucking soul. One might wonder how he made it this far in the world, but Geralt understands that that is exactly the reason how. There is no one bolder than a man who wears his heart so glaringly on his sleeve.
He pushes a tangled, sticky sheet off the bed. A quiet sits between them for some time. There are things he considers saying. He keeps them to himself for the moment. Instead, he snuffs out one of the candles to dim the lights. The moon shines through the half-drawn curtains.
Probably, he still will not sleep much tonight. But it weighs on him less with company. ]