anarchycox: Geralt stares at him in
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anarchycox:
Geralt stares at him in confusion. “You want me to lie to you?”
“It’s a game, Geralt, everyone has played it at some point,” Jaskier says as he takes a healthy swig from the bottle of wine. The job hadn’t come with money, but they had been paid in two very full hampers of smoked meats, crackers, wine. Honestly better than many jobs. “You tell me 3 things. Two of which are true, one of which is a lie, and I have to guess which is the lie. First to guess five times correctly wins.”
“Wins what?”
“The game.”
“No there has to be a prize, otherwise what is the point of the win?”
“Fine, if I win….you have to give me a true and sincere compliment,” Jaskier pointed the bottle at him. “And if you win, I’ll not say a single word to you for -”
“3 days,” Geralt asked, shooting for the moon.
“Please we know that isn’t happening,” Jaskier snorted and that was fair. “1 day.”
“Deal. You go first.” Geralt would win this easily, he’d be able to smell the lie on Jaskier. People always gained a metallic smell when they lied.
“My best class at university was world politics, I was 17 the first time I fucked a man, and I won my first bardic competition by singing a song about a duck.”
His smell hadn’t changed a bit on any of those. What the fuck? “Can you repeat them?” Jaskier did, and there wasn’t a single tint of lie on any of them. “World politics,” he guessed because music theory would be the more likely answer.
“The sex one, never actually fucked a man. Been fucked plenty, but never actually did the fucking.”
Geralt was briefly distracted by the thoughts that put in his head, but cleared them away. He opened his mouth and realized the problem. He seldom lied. Well, Jaskier never noticed much, so this would be fine. “I asked to become a witcher -”
“That’s your lie,” Jaskier said interrupting, “Don’t even bother with the others.
The game went back and forth, and Geralt never guessed right. Jaskier had not a single tick, gesture, tone, or scent that gave the lie away. For his other turns Jaskier at least let him finish his examples before he easily guessed. 5 turns and Jaskier won all of them.
“I will take my compliment now. And it has to be sincere and true.”
That was fucking easy. “I am very impressed with how you lie, it is an incredible skill. How do you do that?”
Jaskier finished the bottle of wine, “Oh that’s easy. While I was in university, I was bored and became a spy for the Redanian government.” He lay down and was humming.
Geralt had no idea if that was a lie or the truth. “Are you lying?”
“I don’t know, am I?” Jaskier said.
Geralt frowned. His bard had secrets and the way he always ran his mouth, Geralt had assumed he knew everything about Jaskier. Tonight though changed that.
He was curious, what else didn’t he know about the bard. He wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about the man next to him.
anarchycox:
Geralt stares at him in confusion. “You want me to lie to you?”
“It’s a game, Geralt, everyone has played it at some point,” Jaskier says as he takes a healthy swig from the bottle of wine. The job hadn’t come with money, but they had been paid in two very full hampers of smoked meats, crackers, wine. Honestly better than many jobs. “You tell me 3 things. Two of which are true, one of which is a lie, and I have to guess which is the lie. First to guess five times correctly wins.”
“Wins what?”
“The game.”
“No there has to be a prize, otherwise what is the point of the win?”
“Fine, if I win….you have to give me a true and sincere compliment,” Jaskier pointed the bottle at him. “And if you win, I’ll not say a single word to you for -”
“3 days,” Geralt asked, shooting for the moon.
“Please we know that isn’t happening,” Jaskier snorted and that was fair. “1 day.”
“Deal. You go first.” Geralt would win this easily, he’d be able to smell the lie on Jaskier. People always gained a metallic smell when they lied.
“My best class at university was world politics, I was 17 the first time I fucked a man, and I won my first bardic competition by singing a song about a duck.”
His smell hadn’t changed a bit on any of those. What the fuck? “Can you repeat them?” Jaskier did, and there wasn’t a single tint of lie on any of them. “World politics,” he guessed because music theory would be the more likely answer.
“The sex one, never actually fucked a man. Been fucked plenty, but never actually did the fucking.”
Geralt was briefly distracted by the thoughts that put in his head, but cleared them away. He opened his mouth and realized the problem. He seldom lied. Well, Jaskier never noticed much, so this would be fine. “I asked to become a witcher -”
“That’s your lie,” Jaskier said interrupting, “Don’t even bother with the others.
The game went back and forth, and Geralt never guessed right. Jaskier had not a single tick, gesture, tone, or scent that gave the lie away. For his other turns Jaskier at least let him finish his examples before he easily guessed. 5 turns and Jaskier won all of them.
“I will take my compliment now. And it has to be sincere and true.”
That was fucking easy. “I am very impressed with how you lie, it is an incredible skill. How do you do that?”
Jaskier finished the bottle of wine, “Oh that’s easy. While I was in university, I was bored and became a spy for the Redanian government.” He lay down and was humming.
Geralt had no idea if that was a lie or the truth. “Are you lying?”
“I don’t know, am I?” Jaskier said.
Geralt frowned. His bard had secrets and the way he always ran his mouth, Geralt had assumed he knew everything about Jaskier. Tonight though changed that.
He was curious, what else didn’t he know about the bard. He wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about the man next to him.
