[ Make it. Build a temple, beneath Kaer Morhen? Geralt hums. Is it foolish the idea never crossed his mind? To simply create a different structure altogether within another? He's seen what other people have made: creations that defy logic and rules. He's just...always stuck to what he knows. What he remembers.
He rolls his eyes, but there's no exasperation behind the gesture. His fingers curl around Jaskier's wrist. He rests his thumb over the pulse for a second. ]
It'd be warmer. [ That isn't the reason Jaskier has avoided stepping into Kaer Morhen. They aren't talking about the real reasons. They don't need to. ] You could visit without the winter.
[ Is he inviting? Asking? He isn't sure. He blames Jaskier not at all for feeling unsure around his domain. For not wanting to be in it. But...he has not forgotten their time at the beginning, when they didn't remember each other and yet had been friends for a lifetime, anyhow. When Jaskier would come riding along up the snowy path to his cabin, and the ice would melt, flowers peeking through.
Funny, to hold nostalgia for a time that wasn't quite real. That lasted hardly three fucking weeks. And yet—even now, he looks back on those days. ]
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He rolls his eyes, but there's no exasperation behind the gesture. His fingers curl around Jaskier's wrist. He rests his thumb over the pulse for a second. ]
It'd be warmer. [ That isn't the reason Jaskier has avoided stepping into Kaer Morhen. They aren't talking about the real reasons. They don't need to. ] You could visit without the winter.
[ Is he inviting? Asking? He isn't sure. He blames Jaskier not at all for feeling unsure around his domain. For not wanting to be in it. But...he has not forgotten their time at the beginning, when they didn't remember each other and yet had been friends for a lifetime, anyhow. When Jaskier would come riding along up the snowy path to his cabin, and the ice would melt, flowers peeking through.
Funny, to hold nostalgia for a time that wasn't quite real. That lasted hardly three fucking weeks. And yet—even now, he looks back on those days. ]