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abraxaslogs2022-09-12 03:42 pm
righteously) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-09-12 03:42 pm
Wᴇʟʟ, I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪᴅɪɴ'
Who: Winchester & Co.
When: September
Where: Free Cities, Libertas, & the Horizon
What: Quests, training, or Roadhouse socializing.
Warnings: Suicidal tendencies, alcoholism, other psychological traumas.
Aɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs I'ᴍ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏɴ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ
Aɴᴅ I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ
Bᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ 'ᴇᴍ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ, ɴᴏ
Nᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ 'ᴇᴍ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ʀɪᴅᴇʀ
When: September
Where: Free Cities, Libertas, & the Horizon
What: Quests, training, or Roadhouse socializing.
Warnings: Suicidal tendencies, alcoholism, other psychological traumas.
Aɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs I'ᴍ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏɴ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ
Aɴᴅ I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ
Bᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ 'ᴇᴍ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ, ɴᴏ
Nᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ 'ᴇᴍ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ʀɪᴅᴇʀ
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He can't even remember what it is he said that spurred Dean on. Might've been nothing. Might've just been a look directed towards one of Dean's absurd remarks. Whatever it is, Jaskier takes it on himself to reply with. That. It's not the comment that makes him frown; they're hardly in polite company. (He doesn't keep polite company.) It's the kiss, which he waves Jaskier away with a long-suffering sigh, the kind that Jaskier's heard a thousand times before. ]
Please, [ he takes the bottle out of Jaskier's hands as soon as it comes near, ] do spare Nadine.
[ He's certain she's no desire to hear about his cock. (Unless she does. She's a hard one to read sometimes, and he's been wrong about her before.) It is telling, perhaps, that he doesn't glance at Dean for his reaction—that there might be a reaction hasn't even crossed his mind. ]
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Then Jaskier sweeps by and smashes a kiss on the guy, who doesn't even blink.
But Dean does. Three times, in fact, like the perfect embodiment of the blinking guy meme itself.
I'd assumed you'd seen it.
Skrrt.
Stuck cogs.
Blue screen.
No compute. )
Wait- I'm sorry- what? Are you two- what- what?
(
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It probably will not assist Dean's processing in any way, shape or form that Julie also does not blink at Jaskier's statement, nor Geralt's reaction. In fact, she only puts her glass in front of Geralt for a refill, like this is all perfectly normal table conversation. ]
You say that like she's never heard it from 'im before. Pour. [ She glances over at Nadine before she hooks her chin on his shoulder. ] I told you, you were his first choice. He put the sell on her.
[ Dean barely garners more than a mildly disparaging second glance. Like he's being immature. ]
Don't be heteronormative, Winchester.
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Oh. He really didn't --
Jaskier laughs, doesn't even double-take at Geralt stealing the bottle from him.]
And, you know, the funny part is it only started after we'd known each other for -- how long now? Over two decades. [Too many. As if Jaskier doesn't remember every single one. Jaskier returns to his seat, putting his arm around the back of Nadine's, waiting until Geralt's done drinking and refilling Julie's to take the bottle back and top up his own.]
I don't know what that means, but Julie's right. Cease your heteronormative thinking, Dean. I'm beginning to feel a little judged.
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No, no, no, no I'm not- ( Brain no work great, make words. ) I'm not judging, this is not- hetero... normative... ness...
( Is that a word?? That's a word, right? That's probably not a word. He's only, like, twenty percent sure he even fully grasps what heteronormative means. )
Whatever tickles your- ( Nope. Do not say pickle. Do not bring pickles into this equation. ) ...goat.
( No, that's worse. That's worse, how is that somehow worse. Whatever floats your goat, he smashed those two things together to make the worst malaphor of all time.
Quick, keep talking so nobody notices. )
More power to you, I just- I thought-
( Followed by the most confused squint. )
Aren't you two dating? ( Directed at Geralt and Julie. Hell, for that matter- ) Aren't you two dating?!
( Jaskier and Nadine. Has he been hallucinating this? What the fuck is going on? )
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[Nadine huffs a little laugh, shaking her head affectionately. She doesn't care about what's in Geralt's pants either way, really. There's no particular interest on her end, but she's hardly bothered or offended by it. He's clearly good at whatever it is he's doing behind closed doors, and makes both Jaskier and Julie happy.
She does look at Dean skeptically at his confused and practically shocked reaction. Is it really that surprising? He seems like a pretty open minded and worldly guy, a casual attitude towards sex shouldn't be that surprising. It's...pretty normal around here, actually.]
Jaskier and I are dating, yeah. We have an open relationship, I don't care who he sleeps with. And he sleeps with a lot of other people, too. I work a lot and I'm a full time student, I only have so much time and energy I can devote to him anyway. It's no big deal.
[She'd likely have more lovers if she had more time herself. After a lifetime of keeping herself - mostly - for one person, she finally has a chance to explore that aspect of her life. She'd like to do a bit more of that.]
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Also, Dean needs to learn not to have these kinds of conversations with people born past 1995. He’s about to get a Gen Z schooling in the worst of ways.]
Oh, come off that purity culture, pearl-clutch bullshit, Dean. What does it matter who fucks who? You think I felt any different ‘bout anyone at this table just ‘cause we had sex?
[ She glances around the table, then adds: ] Well, ‘cept you, I guess. You’re the exception.
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Geralt offers the only remark he's made since the start: ] This is irrelevant unless you're seeking to join.
[ He at least understands the term dating these days, which is not quite what he's doing with either Julie or Jaskier, but it isn't not what he's doing, either. He hasn't given much thought to what they're doing. At the end of the day, it's company when they're all a little too fucking lonely and would rather not admit it.
Anyhow, he's mentioned they shared a bed. Months ago. Was that not the moment Dean became aware? How the fuck did that go over his head? Granted it's for practicality and he's shared a bed with Jaskier long before they ever fucked, but there are other reasons. Serves multiple purposes. He's efficient like that. ]
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[The whole point is they've spoken about it, which is why Nadine's explanation -- that he is basically too much for her, an explanation that would have hurt at one point -- does not bother him in the least. And it's not incorrect, as she's explained it that exact way to him.
Jaskier clucks his tongue after Julie's cutting remarks, which is his yeah, right on girl equivalent.]
Awfully closed-minded if you ask me. We communicate which, I imagine you know, is quite important in relationships. It's very simple. [He gives another laugh, eyes sliding from Geralt back to Dean, then with an ooooh.] Ah, were you trying to edge your way into someone's bed? You needn't be so dramatic about it, especially with Geralt. Simply ask.
[Geralt, to be fair, is probably the easiest of all of them. He either says yes or says no.] And here I thought you modern men were more forthright.
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[ Julie helpfully points this out before taking a large sip from her glass. Like Geralt, she just... doesn't address the idea of dating or courting or whatever-the-fuck formal label people think needs to be applied to the concept of just spending a bunch of time together and having feelings (gross). She's never found those names to be of much use past throwing in the faces of others.
She snorts as Jaskier basically pimps Geralt right there, rolling her eyes, then reaches behind Nadine to gently smack Jaskier on the shoulder with the back of her hand. ]
Don't put 'im on the spot. Bein' modern don't mean he ain't all hung up in weird toxic bullshit.
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This is irrelevant unless you're seeking to join.
He chokes on his drink. Ale spurts out of the cup, sloshing over his chin and dripping onto his shirt. Abort, abort drinking, abort the drink, suck down oxygen, avoid a near-drowning experience here at this table right now.
He coughs, hacks, shakes his head emphatically. )
Nope. No- ( He insists hoarsely but so politely with a super not at all forced polite smile levelled at Jaskier. ) I'm good. I'm. No, thank you. I'm just- I'm trying to do the math here, is all.
( He takes a moment to drag his hand over his mouth, to wipe away and shake off the escaped booze. )
Just- so I'm a hundred percent clear. Everybody here is fucking each other, and everyone else is okay with it. Even- you and you. Just. Going to town.
( Geralt and Jaskier, he means.
Because his brain is circling back to that part of the equation, that little absolute Galaxy-brain mindfuck nugget in this multiversal who knows what polycule. He's trying to reconcile this. He really is. He's not judging, this is not judgment, it's-
Geralt. Manly, badass, John Winchester approved peak specimen of testosterone. Is having sex with a dude. Geralt and Jaskier, routinely boning down.
A moment passes. )
Are you sure?
( JUST CHECKING )
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[Referring to the goat legs. Nadine had certainly liked it, anyway.
But poor Dean really seems to be struggling with this. Why is it so hard to understand? None of them give off the impression of having traditional ideas and values, at least as far as she's concerned. Considering Jaskier and Julie have the chastising covered, she decides to be kind.]
And no, Dean, not everybody is sleeping with everybody else. Despite Jaskier's mission to encourage everyone to sleep with Geralt. We just none of us have strong feelings about monogamy or any jealousy issues. Sex serves a lot of purposes, you know, it's not just something limited to romance. It can be stress relief, it can be bonding between friends, it can be a perfectly platonic exploration of self. And some people just really like to have a lot of it, with a lot of different partners. It's all about what works for each person.
[This particular group was just open and had found they mostly all have the same approach and opinion about it.]
Like Jaskier said, as long as there's healthy and open communication, it really doesn't effect anybody's relationships.
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[ Julie spent her entire life in the rural midwest as a flashy, loudmouthed girl with flexible sexuality that was both lauded by men (threesomes!) at the same time they resented her for not being entirely performatively bi for the male gaze. She knows what she's dealing with, and she didn't like it back then, let alone now.
There is something in her gaze that suggests she expected more of Dean. Disappointment. ]
Fucking toxic of you, Winchester.
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Those hands go up again. )
Nope, no, forget I asked, none of my business. Whatever makes you guys happy, live long and prosper, I don't care who sucks who's what, that's- great. Everybody's great. You're all great, this is... great. Okay. Good talk. Who needs a drink? I need a drink. I'm gonna go get us some drinks.
( TIME TO EVACUATE )
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Taking unexpected sources of entertainment as they come. He hasn't got a lot of them these days. Emphasis on unexpected. Geralt understands full well the concept of embedded social norms. He simply for one, has not ever experienced them applied to him, a created abomination in most peoples eyes; and for two, most certainly did not envision it would come from someone who also largely exists on the fringes as he does.
Also fortuitous for Dean, Geralt cannot give a shit about any of what's occurring. There's just the flattest stare when Dean asks if he's sure like he regularly loses track of in whom his cock ends up.
That's a no on joining in, then.
He pours another drink. Refills Julie's cup. Most everyone at the table will recognize this is the aura of a man who's often quietly polished off his supper while six of his brothers are brawling two feet away. ]
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[He's only saying --]
Ow. well, he's no longer in his own times, so it's time to catch up... to. The times.
[He's going somewhere with this. Besides, Julie seems much meaner! "Toxic!" That sounds rather terrible.
All right, though. Jaskier does look a bit annoyed now at that.] What do you mean, am I sure? Shall I draw you a portrait next time we're sharing our bed? I don't recall tripping and accidentally fucking you, Geralt. Do you recall such a thing?
[Now that Dean has made such a horrible thing of it, like it is something to be ashamed of (and perhaps pushed even further by Julie's energy), he's decided this entire conversation should no longer be education, but a complete undressing of Dean's character. Or sanity. Since he's going to go and imply someone like he should not be with someone like Geralt.
Dean trying to walk from the table does not save him. Jaskier takes a swig of drink and turns around in his seat.] I'll have you know I've bedded some of the most powerful kings and duchesses of the Continent! I am a prize!