[ Some things, Geralt well understands, need not be said. There's nothing Jaskier can do about it. Frankly, there isn't anything Geralt can do about it, either, except move on.
Jaskier displays his assets, and Geralt drinks it in with the same taste for the wine. Indulgent, wanting. ]
As fortune would have it, I prefer the cold. [ He rests one hand on the jug to keep it steady. He never mentions it, no. That yes. There are times Jaskier has sung him to sleep. That he finds a familiar comfort in the sound of Jaskier's voice.
That he missed it, during their year apart.
But they're not apart now. That is not a mistake he wishes to repeat.
He curls his fingers in the loose fabric of Jaskier's shirt. Tugs him in for a kiss. He tastes of expensive mulled wine, blackcurrant jam, creamy butter. He likes it here in Nocwich. The late autumn chill—reminds him of the last few days they'd spend together before he would leave for the Blue Mountains. ]
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Jaskier displays his assets, and Geralt drinks it in with the same taste for the wine. Indulgent, wanting. ]
As fortune would have it, I prefer the cold. [ He rests one hand on the jug to keep it steady. He never mentions it, no. That yes. There are times Jaskier has sung him to sleep. That he finds a familiar comfort in the sound of Jaskier's voice.
That he missed it, during their year apart.
But they're not apart now. That is not a mistake he wishes to repeat.
He curls his fingers in the loose fabric of Jaskier's shirt. Tugs him in for a kiss. He tastes of expensive mulled wine, blackcurrant jam, creamy butter. He likes it here in Nocwich. The late autumn chill—reminds him of the last few days they'd spend together before he would leave for the Blue Mountains. ]