I see you all times of the day, Jaskier. And you never change.
[ It is not, to Geralt, a bad thing. They have parted, they have come together; the seasons have changed again and again around them. But Jaskier has always been who he is. If things have shifted between them, it's largely on Geralt's part: a quiet cracking open of the doors in his life, until Jaskier found a place in it he'd not meant to grant but which he does not regret. Despite what he once said.
The kiss draws a faint hum out of him. He lets his eyes close again. Jaskier smells like wine and the dirty streets, and he can't say he cares. ] The day that man minds a bit of company will be the day you cease your singing.
[ Geralt thinks he doesn't mind a bit of extra company right now, either. And while he does not exactly roll into Jaskier, nor does he move away if Jaskier winds up closer to him eventually—lets Jaskier push him over or wrap around him or generally make himself as much of a damn nuisance as he wants. ]
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[ It is not, to Geralt, a bad thing. They have parted, they have come together; the seasons have changed again and again around them. But Jaskier has always been who he is. If things have shifted between them, it's largely on Geralt's part: a quiet cracking open of the doors in his life, until Jaskier found a place in it he'd not meant to grant but which he does not regret. Despite what he once said.
The kiss draws a faint hum out of him. He lets his eyes close again. Jaskier smells like wine and the dirty streets, and he can't say he cares. ] The day that man minds a bit of company will be the day you cease your singing.
[ Geralt thinks he doesn't mind a bit of extra company right now, either. And while he does not exactly roll into Jaskier, nor does he move away if Jaskier winds up closer to him eventually—lets Jaskier push him over or wrap around him or generally make himself as much of a damn nuisance as he wants. ]