Jealous, she says! My dear wife? How on earth would I be jealous? [He thinks of biting her hand just to leave a bit of a point, but he's already risen and a true gentleman loses his opportunity for teeth when he no longer has the maiden's hand -- and she's fully dressed still.
He huffs at the mention of his own forceful removal. (It's not as if he thinks of it often or anything.)]
Ikorr's sap, you said? [He's already sliding into a chair, the invitation accepted without pause, after he's pulled Geralt in to join them.] Your gift from our delegations? If it is something from Nocwich, I would not be so surprised. We received trade from the Lunae as well, and it is an ore with a surprising innate magic. [He pushes his glass forward.] Be heavy-handed, dear wife, and I'll reimburse you if I must. We sorely need good drink and better company. [He gives a meaningful glance to Geralt.] Don't escape quite yet.
[ Geralt does, in fact, consider escaping. For all that things have shifted, a little, it is not enough. He is not in the same easy place with Yennefer as he is with Jaskier. As she is with Jaskier. And he understands that Jaskier forgives easily; it is one of the reasons he...considers Jaskier so important to him. Important to have, while he and Yennefer have been apart.
But it feels as though nothing has changed with Jaskier and Yennefer, how they are, when everything has changed with him.
(It makes him wish for things to be as they once were. They are not, never will be, and he hates how much being around Yennefer causes him to look back, to have wishes that he knows he should not.)
She pulls out three glasses. When Jaskier looks at him, Geralt only returns the gaze. He accepts the glass. ]
Because you are the jealous type. [ she supplies quickly in response, her smile lingering, assuming that he will react in some way - bite her hand, tug her closer, stick out his tongue...you know, all the very mature and very gentlemanly things that jaskier would be one to do.
she nods, pouring the drink into the glass he pushes towards her, about to end her pour right as he says be heavy-handed, dear wife and her brows do lift.
a part of her wonders what the story could be behind all of that, her look just as questioning as it moves from him to geralt once again, and she does find herself pausing - waiting to see if he will accept the glass. because she knows that this hasn't fixed anything, that the distance that remains between them remains even still - but jaskier gives him a meaningful glance and yennefer...
she doesn't want to feel the tightness in her chest. hates that in that moment, she feels her breath still, at least until geralt does move to accept the glass. once he does, all she feel is a sudden embarrassment at the fact that single moment had taken away her focus so entirely, and she's turned back to jaskier again. ]
It took some digging, but yes. Ikorr's sap has provided us with a wholly new way of...I guess you'd call it healing. Restorative. It works for food sources, wards, even physical ailments.
[ as she's talking she finishes pouring jaskier's glass - a heavy, significant pour - and then moves on to fill geralt's glass. once done, she will fill hers much like she did jaskier's and move to settle into a chair closer to him. ]
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He huffs at the mention of his own forceful removal. (It's not as if he thinks of it often or anything.)]
Ikorr's sap, you said? [He's already sliding into a chair, the invitation accepted without pause, after he's pulled Geralt in to join them.] Your gift from our delegations? If it is something from Nocwich, I would not be so surprised. We received trade from the Lunae as well, and it is an ore with a surprising innate magic. [He pushes his glass forward.] Be heavy-handed, dear wife, and I'll reimburse you if I must. We sorely need good drink and better company. [He gives a meaningful glance to Geralt.] Don't escape quite yet.
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But it feels as though nothing has changed with Jaskier and Yennefer, how they are, when everything has changed with him.
(It makes him wish for things to be as they once were. They are not, never will be, and he hates how much being around Yennefer causes him to look back, to have wishes that he knows he should not.)
She pulls out three glasses. When Jaskier looks at him, Geralt only returns the gaze. He accepts the glass. ]
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she nods, pouring the drink into the glass he pushes towards her, about to end her pour right as he says be heavy-handed, dear wife and her brows do lift.
a part of her wonders what the story could be behind all of that, her look just as questioning as it moves from him to geralt once again, and she does find herself pausing - waiting to see if he will accept the glass. because she knows that this hasn't fixed anything, that the distance that remains between them remains even still - but jaskier gives him a meaningful glance and yennefer...
she doesn't want to feel the tightness in her chest. hates that in that moment, she feels her breath still, at least until geralt does move to accept the glass. once he does, all she feel is a sudden embarrassment at the fact that single moment had taken away her focus so entirely, and she's turned back to jaskier again. ]
It took some digging, but yes. Ikorr's sap has provided us with a wholly new way of...I guess you'd call it healing. Restorative. It works for food sources, wards, even physical ailments.
[ as she's talking she finishes pouring jaskier's glass - a heavy, significant pour - and then moves on to fill geralt's glass. once done, she will fill hers much like she did jaskier's and move to settle into a chair closer to him. ]