“Now, they are here, in a room with creaking floorboards and sloping walls. Now they are here, and Jaskier says “We could always try-” and before he can finish his sentence Geralt nods. It’s been a week since they’ve spoken about it. Despite himself, Geralt has found himself thinking about it. Often.
Jaskier laughs, clear as a bell, and stands up. “Food first,” he says. “You may not be hungry, but I am. Besides,” he says. “I suppose I’ll be doing all the work. You’ll just get to lie back and think of-”
“Jaskier,” Geralt says. “The food.” He doesn’t try to hide his impatience, and that makes Jaskier laugh all the more.”
“Geralt almost never speaks, and when he does it’s to say things like that. Jaskier is going to strangle him in his sleep with his lute strings to save himself from hearing any more of it.“
When ur about to have a sexy time with ur witcher boyfriend but he falls asleep in the middle of it so you just sit there and be his pillow cause u love him
“What, only one fish head today?” Jaskier shouted toward the outcropping of rocks next to the dock. “I got two heads yesterday. You losing interest? Or just losing your touch?”
