[ 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.
[ 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.]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
I sure don't get paid for my time and effort. Maybe I should start charging.
[ He looks over at Geralt, the smile playing in his lips shows more than a little self-deprecation. No matter how much he runs his mouth on a daily basis, he isn't any better than the other man at talking about personal or important subjects. Where the Witcher grunts or stays silent, the bard lets sarcasm or mockery do the work for him, more often than not directed at himself.
Jaskier loves people, talking to them, dancing, fucking...he's also never been shy about it before. There's no shame in enjoying sex and enjoying your partners fully. But most of his past lovers were that, in the past, something fun and fleeting. Geralt is...Geralt. And Jaskier is a fool who wants to stay with him, despite their differences. Or perhaps because of them.
It's even making him uncomfortable seeing Geralt so out of his element, frowning but trying. The Witcher hasn't left running for the hills and for that Jaskier is honestly grateful. He gives a small smile but this time is a sincere one. He always forgives way too easily. ]
Hm. [ Geralt hummed an agreement, glancing down at the space between them. Whether or not indifference will stay true will remain to be determined. So long as they are, in fact, on the same page. Though in the back of his mind just feels like he's still wading through a pool now up to his neck ignoring his common sense. At what point is he still keeping him at arm's length?
But Geralt is no stranger to avoiding his own feelings as much as he loved avoiding talking about them. He's a masterclass of his own. Which is why he's standing here and didn't leave the bard high and dry the morning after. Neither of them were bound by destiny or magic, and yet Jaskier has proved in so many years it's impossible not to cross his path. So long as they both see eye to eye, he doesn't see the need to cut things off where they are now.
Where are they now? No, it's still kind of strange.
The witcher wets his lips before speaking.] I have a contract to finish at sundown. Find you after?
[ Jaskier will try, if only for Geralt's sake. What another decade of silent pinning? He's got experience with this. It's only harder now that the impossible happened and Geralt has given him one night together. He can do this, he can. Geralt licking his lips makes it really hard for Jaskier to no immediately notice them and want to kiss them. Goddamn attractive Witchers. ]
Of course. Will you be taking Roach with you? I just finished cleaning her and she's had a good rest. [ He knows Geralt isn't a dishonest man, that he won't promise one thing and do another but some uncertainty still remains. Jaskier can't help it.
No matter the answer, the bard will go keep himself useful at the tavern just in case. Less because he's in the mood for performing and more to earn them enough coin to pay for possible extra days at the inn. If Geralt comes back injured, something unlikely but still possible, he might need to rest. And if he comes back looking the way he usually does, then he will need a thorough wash. ]
[ Jaskier is right to feel uncertain, his gut feeling would be right but perhaps for different reasons. As Geralt disappeared for the rest of the day and good part of the evening without his horse, sword, or even his armor. And while he may have lied about where he was going and what he was doing, he eventually does return to the new tavern they've rooted themselves into. Not so much as covered in any flavoring of monster guts, but definitely a bit more weathered than when he left.
The witcher finds a rowdy sort of crowd, stomping their feet and sloshing mugs of ale. The kind that lets him slip in without drawing too much attention to himself, which is a feat given who he is. But the candles burn low, and people are less interested to who comes and goes. Not one to want to disrupt the snafu of merriment, he doesn't seek Jaskier out in the midst of his performance. However at least he does make eye contact, which reveals him to still be under affect of some potion. Golden eyes still filled with pure black.
Instead, takes his attention to fetch a much needed drink. Which the bar maid behind the counter revolts surprisingly at the witcher's blank gaze. Even as he explained, under the chaotic mingle of chattering voices and delightful song, she reluctantly took his offer of coin. He gathers his drink with a scuffed hand, though he had washed them before returning, still showed tenderness and broken skin around his knuckles. ]
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givingexposition) wrote2020-01-03 11:55 pm
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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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.]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ He looks over at Geralt, the smile playing in his lips shows more than a little self-deprecation. No matter how much he runs his mouth on a daily basis, he isn't any better than the other man at talking about personal or important subjects. Where the Witcher grunts or stays silent, the bard lets sarcasm or mockery do the work for him, more often than not directed at himself.
Jaskier loves people, talking to them, dancing, fucking...he's also never been shy about it before. There's no shame in enjoying sex and enjoying your partners fully. But most of his past lovers were that, in the past, something fun and fleeting. Geralt is...Geralt. And Jaskier is a fool who wants to stay with him, despite their differences. Or perhaps because of them.
It's even making him uncomfortable seeing Geralt so out of his element, frowning but trying. The Witcher hasn't left running for the hills and for that Jaskier is honestly grateful. He gives a small smile but this time is a sincere one. He always forgives way too easily. ]
Glad that we are on the same page now.
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But Geralt is no stranger to avoiding his own feelings as much as he loved avoiding talking about them. He's a masterclass of his own. Which is why he's standing here and didn't leave the bard high and dry the morning after. Neither of them were bound by destiny or magic, and yet Jaskier has proved in so many years it's impossible not to cross his path. So long as they both see eye to eye, he doesn't see the need to cut things off where they are now.
Where are they now? No, it's still kind of strange.
The witcher wets his lips before speaking.] I have a contract to finish at sundown. Find you after?
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Of course. Will you be taking Roach with you? I just finished cleaning her and she's had a good rest. [ He knows Geralt isn't a dishonest man, that he won't promise one thing and do another but some uncertainty still remains. Jaskier can't help it.
No matter the answer, the bard will go keep himself useful at the tavern just in case. Less because he's in the mood for performing and more to earn them enough coin to pay for possible extra days at the inn. If Geralt comes back injured, something unlikely but still possible, he might need to rest. And if he comes back looking the way he usually does, then he will need a thorough wash. ]
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The witcher finds a rowdy sort of crowd, stomping their feet and sloshing mugs of ale. The kind that lets him slip in without drawing too much attention to himself, which is a feat given who he is. But the candles burn low, and people are less interested to who comes and goes. Not one to want to disrupt the snafu of merriment, he doesn't seek Jaskier out in the midst of his performance. However at least he does make eye contact, which reveals him to still be under affect of some potion. Golden eyes still filled with pure black.
Instead, takes his attention to fetch a much needed drink. Which the bar maid behind the counter revolts surprisingly at the witcher's blank gaze. Even as he explained, under the chaotic mingle of chattering voices and delightful song, she reluctantly took his offer of coin. He gathers his drink with a scuffed hand, though he had washed them before returning, still showed tenderness and broken skin around his knuckles. ]
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