[ He can certainly see the expanded pupils of Jaskier's eyes. His laugh is light, and Geralt knows there's something of an artifice here, but does it matter? Sometimes, one simply needs to pretend for a night. It doesn't mark their enjoyment as lesser.
He bites, nipping at Jaskier's thumb. His hand curls around Jaskier's wrist. Hm. ]
You liked them.
[ Not a question. Nor does he wait for an answer. Just cups Jaskier's cheek and leans in to kiss him. Because he can, and he wants to; this week has felt so fucking long. He missed his friend, despite the fact that they'd not actually gone anywhere. And maybe he'll feel Jaskier sneak that ribbon onto his tail, maybe he won't, but he doesn't pause for anything either way. ]
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He bites, nipping at Jaskier's thumb. His hand curls around Jaskier's wrist. Hm. ]
You liked them.
[ Not a question. Nor does he wait for an answer. Just cups Jaskier's cheek and leans in to kiss him. Because he can, and he wants to; this week has felt so fucking long. He missed his friend, despite the fact that they'd not actually gone anywhere. And maybe he'll feel Jaskier sneak that ribbon onto his tail, maybe he won't, but he doesn't pause for anything either way. ]