[Jaskier is already making himself at home, which is to say he's pushed Geralt over for enough room, then curved into him. Never shall a bard feel safer than having a Witcher at his back, but never is he more satisfied knowing he's left his mark.]
You're such a bastard.
[Perhaps the most affectionate he's ever spoken to him. Jaskier does eventually throw an arm around him, because he is a nuisance, and he gets cold fingertips and feet, and Geralt's hair is quite warm when he tangles his fingers up in it. There is not a body in the world the bard will not snuggle up to, given the chance, as long as it's warm and willing.
Geralt may not sleep, but at least he'll have company. And a pretty sight to watch.]
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You're such a bastard.
[Perhaps the most affectionate he's ever spoken to him. Jaskier does eventually throw an arm around him, because he is a nuisance, and he gets cold fingertips and feet, and Geralt's hair is quite warm when he tangles his fingers up in it. There is not a body in the world the bard will not snuggle up to, given the chance, as long as it's warm and willing.
Geralt may not sleep, but at least he'll have company. And a pretty sight to watch.]