[ Probably for the best, Jaskier isn't in the most cheerful of moods right now. ]
Try not to get eaten by anything again.
[ Once Geralt comes back, or he decides to go looking for the bard, he will find him by Roach's side, brushing clean the mare's coat...while talking to her abour Geralt being a dummy that doesn't realize people cares about him. And what would the Witcher do without us? Sulk all day and night, right Roach? You poor thing, so many years with that silly brute.]
[ Or option C, he actually came by considering to leave. Or maybe seek some earthly wisdom from Roach, who seems to know a thing or two about putting him back in line. It is not his expectation to find Jaskier there, talking to his horse for him.
Which he will stand at a distance to watch near the entry of the stable. Shirt lightly dampened with sweat from some cathartic means of training. He plucks at it idly to flow some cool air through the linen as he watches carefully leaned to the gate.
It's nothing new that this is only because of Geralt's constant off handed comments about his quality of travel companion. The man does seem to endear to try to provide his worth to the witcher in any way he can. Picking up the odd task here and there that might otherwise be tedious to do. It's exhaustive to watch, to say in the least. But if it doesn't at least warm some part of his cold mutated heart, he'd be lying to himself.
Eventually, he clears his throat. ] She'll always side with me, you know that.
[ The horse is a surprisingly good conversationalist, she might not speak back but Jaskier has the reassurance that Roach is listening by the way she neighs, flicks an ear or nips at his fingers. Although the last one might be because Jaskier sometimes feeds her apple slices and sugar cubes when Geralt isn't looking.
The bard has started to brush his fingers through her mane, working on a small braid. He jumps like a cat with its tail on fire at the unexpected voice, startled. For someone so big, Geralt can be surprisingly silent. Witchery powers, and all that. ]
I dunno, I think I'm finally winning her over. [ Jaskier pats her muzzle. Roach immediately twists her head and tries to nips at his fingers, looking for treats. ] Oi...ok, let's give it another decade too.
@chaffed
[ :D ]
Then show me.
[ Is that a challenge? you bet. ]
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art hot and leave me sticky.
Shall I compare thee to a bitter sweet treat?
The most delectable, I would be on my knees with you in my mouth.
Shall I compare thee to a wild stallion?
For I want to feel your twitch between my thighs.
[ He's being terrible on purpose, Geralt might want to find a way to shut him up. ]
LMAO
Tantilizing, I'm wet already. [ His tone as dry as the Zerrikanian desert. ]
/tips hat/ :'>
He actually laughed at that. ]
Now now, my dearest, It's clear that only one of us is a poet.
Should I have said 'I want to suck you off and then ride you until you beg'? The boldness usually seems to work better for you.
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Bawdiness is for fucking, poetry is for courting. Save the latter for the next busty peeress to strike your fancy.
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Look who's talking. You're well endowed in that department, Geralt. And I mean that as high praise.
[ Listen, Jaskier appreciates a good pair of knockers, no matter who has them. ]
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[ He's less upset at the comparison as so much that he walked right into it. ]
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[ If he is upset, Jaskier can kiss it better. ]
Well? You didn't say no to my proposition. In for a ride?
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[ He's been playfully insulted at least twice this conversation and nearly stabbed not 12 hours ago.
Obviously, he's going to play hard to get.]
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[ He can be patient, when Geralt really doesn't want something, the man makes it clear enough.
Jaskier could dress his wounds and help him relax. It doesn't even have to be sexual in nature. ]
You had a long day, what you need now is to unwind. You know I have skilled fingers, what about a massage?
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You know, plenty of bathhouse whores have asked me very same thing.
[ He has competition. ]
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I'm sure the offer and their patience also came with a price.
[ Jaskier respects them and their profession, they do a lot of good to society but he isn't thrilled at being compared to one. ]
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Oh so because it's free, it's tended to be better?
[ Yeah, he's going to try to ride this out. See where this goes. ]
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Because it's free, it's honest. I'm not trying to get anything out of you but the pleasure if your company.
[ And even that is becoming debatable. Next time try to argue without your foot in your mouth, Geralt. ]
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[ He doesn't say it, but his expression could speak a volume or two as to how in the past that just simply does not seem the case. ]
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[ Oh he sees that expression and refuses to let it make him feel sorry for Geralt. He's not very successful. ]
A simple answer will suffice. Do you want me near or do you want me to fuck off?
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No, I think I'll fuck off myself. [ a.k.a he's gonna go take a walk. ]
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Try not to get eaten by anything again.
[ Once Geralt comes back, or he decides to go looking for the bard, he will find him by Roach's side, brushing clean the mare's coat...while talking to her abour Geralt being a dummy that doesn't realize people cares about him. And what would the Witcher do without us? Sulk all day and night, right Roach? You poor thing, so many years with that silly brute.]
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Which he will stand at a distance to watch near the entry of the stable. Shirt lightly dampened with sweat from some cathartic means of training. He plucks at it idly to flow some cool air through the linen as he watches carefully leaned to the gate.
It's nothing new that this is only because of Geralt's constant off handed comments about his quality of travel companion. The man does seem to endear to try to provide his worth to the witcher in any way he can. Picking up the odd task here and there that might otherwise be tedious to do. It's exhaustive to watch, to say in the least. But if it doesn't at least warm some part of his cold mutated heart, he'd be lying to himself.
Eventually, he clears his throat. ] She'll always side with me, you know that.
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The bard has started to brush his fingers through her mane, working on a small braid. He jumps like a cat with its tail on fire at the unexpected voice, startled. For someone so big, Geralt can be surprisingly silent. Witchery powers, and all that. ]
I dunno, I think I'm finally winning her over. [ Jaskier pats her muzzle. Roach immediately twists her head and tries to nips at his fingers, looking for treats. ] Oi...ok, let's give it another decade too.
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