Geralt doesn't know where he learned such sweet and comforting gestures from. Certainly not from anything else in his life; his training, his brief moments with whores, his relationship with Yennefer, affection is not something he's been taught. Perhaps it is built into him, somehow. Or he got addicted to the way it felt when Jaskier would do it to him, running fingers through his hair, cupping his cheek, caring so damned much with every touch. He started to mirror it and now it came to him easily enough.
He frowns at the response to his knife offer. "I can get another one." He can, technically, but yes, his blades are special. And meaningful. Geralt scoffs and tugs lightly on Jaskier's hair. "It's not as if I am giving you my swords." Which he would never, ever do unless there was no other choice. Those are sacred. It is good that Jaskier understands that the offer means something though, it will mean he will be more careful with it.
"You are my ...." He actually doesn't know a word for it. He gestures to the two of them and their current nudity. That's a summary enough. Sex. Monogamous sex. With perhaps some emotions. SOME. "My knives are better than others, and you will carry one." It does not sound like he's asking, because Geralt rarely asks, he demands. The point being made is that because of their arrangement, he considers it only natural that Jaskier get to use his property. They've shared their bodies and lives together, what is one blade?
Geralt is old. He hasn't aged truly in a long time, but he is old, and he's always been very perceptive on top of that. He is adept at being in denial about himself, but in general, he sees situations very clearly. Jaskier is not difficult to read on top of that. He wears his emotions on his sleeves. Geralt can usually tell what he's thinking or feeling from a distance away, from only the posture of his back. He rolls his eyes about Jaskier's pride, knowing that he deserves a little smugness for his conquest of his white wolf.
"You are safe," he says quietly, closing his eyes as he listens to Jaskier's steady heartbeat. "Sleep." The command is gentle and it is only seconds after Jaskier drifts to sleep that Geralt does as well.
Some things, the good things, stay with the person even if sometimes they get buried under the pain and hardships. Jaskier believes that the world could use more kindness and compassion, and sometimes it's only a matter of giving people a chance, a reason to show it. And then, you reap what you sow.
He makes a small sound at the tug, not at all unhappy, then scoffs back at Geralt and settles down comfortably.
"I already play with your sword in a different way. Never heard a complaint before." He nuzzles Geralt's chess, kisses it softly, and closes his eyes again.
"Partner." Jaskier offers in a soothing voice, almost just a hum, even if he was thinking of a different word. Partner seemed fitting enough, personal but harmless enough. He really didn't need a word to define them better or expected Geralt to find one that suited the Witcher's sensibilities.
"I'll be careful with the dagger, thank you." And he really prays he never has to use it. Even on the off chance he manages to swing it around without stabbing himself, having to hold a dagger means he's being attacked or that someone will, inevitably, end covered in blood. None of those options are ideal. he will worry about it when the situation comes, and not sooner. Jaskier definitely humus at Geralt reassurance that he's safe, they both are for the time being. Being this contented and satisfied, falling sleep on Geralt's arms is easy.
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He frowns at the response to his knife offer. "I can get another one." He can, technically, but yes, his blades are special. And meaningful. Geralt scoffs and tugs lightly on Jaskier's hair. "It's not as if I am giving you my swords." Which he would never, ever do unless there was no other choice. Those are sacred. It is good that Jaskier understands that the offer means something though, it will mean he will be more careful with it.
"You are my ...." He actually doesn't know a word for it. He gestures to the two of them and their current nudity. That's a summary enough. Sex. Monogamous sex. With perhaps some emotions. SOME. "My knives are better than others, and you will carry one." It does not sound like he's asking, because Geralt rarely asks, he demands. The point being made is that because of their arrangement, he considers it only natural that Jaskier get to use his property. They've shared their bodies and lives together, what is one blade?
Geralt is old. He hasn't aged truly in a long time, but he is old, and he's always been very perceptive on top of that. He is adept at being in denial about himself, but in general, he sees situations very clearly. Jaskier is not difficult to read on top of that. He wears his emotions on his sleeves. Geralt can usually tell what he's thinking or feeling from a distance away, from only the posture of his back. He rolls his eyes about Jaskier's pride, knowing that he deserves a little smugness for his conquest of his white wolf.
"You are safe," he says quietly, closing his eyes as he listens to Jaskier's steady heartbeat. "Sleep." The command is gentle and it is only seconds after Jaskier drifts to sleep that Geralt does as well.
[Sparring thread???]
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He makes a small sound at the tug, not at all unhappy, then scoffs back at Geralt and settles down comfortably.
"I already play with your sword in a different way. Never heard a complaint before." He nuzzles Geralt's chess, kisses it softly, and closes his eyes again.
"Partner." Jaskier offers in a soothing voice, almost just a hum, even if he was thinking of a different word. Partner seemed fitting enough, personal but harmless enough. He really didn't need a word to define them better or expected Geralt to find one that suited the Witcher's sensibilities.
"I'll be careful with the dagger, thank you." And he really prays he never has to use it. Even on the off chance he manages to swing it around without stabbing himself, having to hold a dagger means he's being attacked or that someone will, inevitably, end covered in blood. None of those options are ideal. he will worry about it when the situation comes, and not sooner. Jaskier definitely humus at Geralt reassurance that he's safe, they both are for the time being. Being this contented and satisfied, falling sleep on Geralt's arms is easy.
[Sparring thread! here you go :>]