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[chaffed]

What do you think about?

[givingexposition]

There are no monsters in the vicinity for you to kill, maybe we could...take advantage of the respite and have some quality time together?

[chaffed]

Hm, I was looking for specifics.

[givingexposition]

Oh, you're in the mood for some filthy talk. Why, why didn't you say it sooner.

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

[chaffed]

[ How about a peach shoved into his big bard mouth? Because two can play contrary. ]

Tantilizing, I'm wet already. [ His tone as dry as the Zerrikanian desert. ]

/tips hat/ :'>

[givingexposition]

[ Well if were are thinking about shoving things into other things, Jaskier sure isn't thinking about peaches.

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.

[chaffed]

Hm. [ Agreeable. He is not wrong. ]

Bawdiness is for fucking, poetry is for courting. Save the latter for the next busty peeress to strike your fancy.

[givingexposition]

[ Good. They might get somewhere eventually. ]

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. ]

[chaffed]

You know what I mean.

[ He's less upset at the comparison as so much that he walked right into it. ]

[givingexposition]

Uh huh.

[ If he is upset, Jaskier can kiss it better. ]

Well? You didn't say no to my proposition. In for a ride?

[chaffed]

It's under consideration.

[ 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.]

[givingexposition]

Better that a direct no.

[ 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?

[chaffed]

[ Does he intend to rub more chamomile onto his lovely bottom? ]

You know, plenty of bathhouse whores have asked me very same thing.

[ He has competition. ]

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[ Of course. He is very thorough. ]

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. ]

[chaffed]

[ Oh, did he strike a nerve? ]

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. ]

[givingexposition]

[ Yep. He's more hurt than angy. ]

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. ]

[chaffed]

Hm.

[ 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. ]

[givingexposition]

I'm going to need a little bit more than that to figure out what you want, Geralt, I don't speak grumpy.

[ 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?

[chaffed]

[ What he wants no longer counts now that he's realized he's pushed it too far. ]

No, I think I'll fuck off myself. [ a.k.a he's gonna go take a walk. ]

[givingexposition]

[ 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.]

[chaffed]

[ 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.

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[ 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]

[ The witcher isn’t surprised to have started him, but his eyebrows climb with mild amusement, especially as the mare remained completely nonplussed by his intrusion.. ]

Hm. [ An acknowledgment. Don’t think just because he doesn’t see, he doesn’t know what’s going on.]

Didn’t expect you’d get your hands dirty today. [ Geralt remarks after a pause. Again, the tedium of hard work just doesn’t fit the man - especially in his finely woven trousers. If anything, he expected to find him sulking somewhere strumming his lute dramatically waiting for the sunset.

Obviously it has to do with him, but he’s not going to acknowledge it. That would actually mean he was a mature person and not a nearly 100 year old witcher who doesn’t really have his shit together when it comes to any sort of relationship platonic, questionable, or otherwise.]

[givingexposition]

I'm not incapable of hard work. [ He's just averse to it, much like Geralt avoids anything feeling related. But he doesn't want Geralt to cast him away because he's useless despite the work he does with his songs. Plus, he really likes Roach, she's a good and loyal horse and it's not hard to see with Geralt cares so much for her. If Jaskier were honest with himself, he would admit that he's been worried about the Witcher packing up his things and leaving just like that. He wouldn't put it past the man to run to the other side of the continent to avoid an uncomfortable conversation. But he wouldn't leave without Roach, she's the only creature Jaskier knows with certainty that Geralt loves.

The bard glances at him, feeling something twist in his gut, and then turns his face to Roach. It's a bit easier to do this if he isn't staring at the piercing golden eyes. This time, when he pats her head again, she stays put. ]

Things don't have to be different, you know. Or complicated. The voice is soft, almost just a whisper, but he knows Geralt can hear him just fine. He's talking about the sex quietly just in case someone else eavesdrops. We can keep it impersonal, good, it's just... [ He doesn't want Geralt to disrespect him in the bedroom too, it's all. Not unless he's asking the man for it. Jaskier has had enough of that kind of treatment in the past with other lovers and its' really not fun. ]

[chaffed]

[ There is a pained look on his face when Jaskier begins to soft talk to the mare. It's not like Geralt to stay, feelings or otherwise, given the nature of his being. The life of a witcher. Not for the lack of wanting, as that has been made fairly clear. It's complicated, even if Jaskier says it doesn't have to be, and it always will be. Granted it's taken decades to even acknowledge Jaskier a friend is a testament to that. And now he's stuck his dick in it, way to go Geralt.

There is a quiet pained noise in his chest as he listens and slowly comes to the conclusion where it might be going. In retrospect, he hadn't made the connection to the time before. What'd made him so upset to be ridiculed in such a way. The witcher drew up a finger to rub at the middle of his brow as he cringes slightly. ]

You're not a whore, Jaskier. [ Geralt sighs with a pathetic sweep of his hand as it drops. Bothered that it needs to be said and less careful of it. He at least knows who might or might not be listening. ]