What the bloody fuck does that have to do with anything?
[All right, normally this would not be the worst thing Geralt has requested of him -- he's pretty sure helping with his demonic-possessed daughter and his demon-involved lady love was far worse -- but seeing himself dying has Jaskier absolutely wound tight, and even worse than Geralt being cursed is he is being absolutely bizarre.
Jaskier's eyes jump down to their hands, then back to Geralt's eyes.
Fuck. The bloody eye thing. With the brows.]
Yes, which, I far, seems to be occurring more often as of late. [Jaskier swallows. He turns his head to the side and mutters a fuck under his breath. Geralt is his dearest friend, and he knows the Witcher is not using that against him. Not on purpose.] You know I won't say no. But you owe me for this. At least... a very nice bottle of wine.
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[All right, normally this would not be the worst thing Geralt has requested of him -- he's pretty sure helping with his demonic-possessed daughter and his demon-involved lady love was far worse -- but seeing himself dying has Jaskier absolutely wound tight, and even worse than Geralt being cursed is he is being absolutely bizarre.
Jaskier's eyes jump down to their hands, then back to Geralt's eyes.
Fuck. The bloody eye thing. With the brows.]
Yes, which, I far, seems to be occurring more often as of late. [Jaskier swallows. He turns his head to the side and mutters a fuck under his breath. Geralt is his dearest friend, and he knows the Witcher is not using that against him. Not on purpose.] You know I won't say no. But you owe me for this. At least... a very nice bottle of wine.