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Jaskier comes to Kaer Morhen for his dick appointment, but there are other matters to deal with, like– meeting the family.
At Home, on AO3. No warnings, I don’t think, but as usual, do let me know if I should’ve tagged for something.
Geralt had heard the song before, and was already rolling his eyes a little bit. “You should sing along,” Jaskier said.
“I don’t sing,” Geralt pointed out, which was true; he pretty much never had, that Jaskier had heard. Not even really humming.
Jaskier plucked out the rest of the song and then put his hand against the strings to stop them ringing. “Oh!” he said. “This is my chance, then, to ask– all the weird shit Geralt does, how much of that is Witcher stuff and how much of that is that Geralt’s just weird?”
“Geralt’s a fuckin’ weirdo,” Lambert said immediately.
Geralt leaned forward slightly, and Jaskier could read that it was him weighing his options insofar as attempting to hit the other Witcher. He decided against it, and sat back, glaring. But he wasn’t really mad, and he wasn’t really afraid of anything Jaskier might find out. It was… refreshing.
“So you can sing,” Jaskier said to Lambert.
“I mean,” Lambert said, “not great, but yeah.”
“See in the dark,” Jaskier said.
“Standard,” Lambert said.
“Sarcasm,” Jaskier said.
“Part of the schooling,” Lambert said.
“Obsessive about sword care,” Jaskier said.
“Oh,” Vesemir said, “I personally beat that into all of them.”
“Good to know,” Jaskier said. “Weird obsession with giving your horses all the same names?”
“Oh that’s just Geralt,” Lambert said.
“It does get tedious coming up with new names,” Vesemir put in.
“The baths thing,” Jaskier said. “Absolutely no personal hygiene but really fond of baths.”
“That’s just him,” Lambert said, “most of us know how to wash our faces.”
“The teeth thing,” Jaskier said.
Lambert, Coen, and Vesemir all looked at Geralt, for some reason, and Geralt sat up, abruptly losing his bored expression. “You told him–” Lambert said.
“I have never told him one gods-damned thing about my teeth,” Geralt said, indignant and slightly– horrified?
“It’s not funny,” Vesemir said, sternly.
“I did not,” Geralt said. There was an unexpected depth of feeling in that.
Jaskier comes to Kaer Morhen for his dick appointment, but there are other matters to deal with, like– meeting the family.
At Home, on AO3. No warnings, I don’t think, but as usual, do let me know if I should’ve tagged for something.
Geralt had heard the song before, and was already rolling his eyes a little bit. “You should sing along,” Jaskier said.
“I don’t sing,” Geralt pointed out, which was true; he pretty much never had, that Jaskier had heard. Not even really humming.
Jaskier plucked out the rest of the song and then put his hand against the strings to stop them ringing. “Oh!” he said. “This is my chance, then, to ask– all the weird shit Geralt does, how much of that is Witcher stuff and how much of that is that Geralt’s just weird?”
“Geralt’s a fuckin’ weirdo,” Lambert said immediately.
Geralt leaned forward slightly, and Jaskier could read that it was him weighing his options insofar as attempting to hit the other Witcher. He decided against it, and sat back, glaring. But he wasn’t really mad, and he wasn’t really afraid of anything Jaskier might find out. It was… refreshing.
“So you can sing,” Jaskier said to Lambert.
“I mean,” Lambert said, “not great, but yeah.”
“See in the dark,” Jaskier said.
“Standard,” Lambert said.
“Sarcasm,” Jaskier said.
“Part of the schooling,” Lambert said.
“Obsessive about sword care,” Jaskier said.
“Oh,” Vesemir said, “I personally beat that into all of them.”
“Good to know,” Jaskier said. “Weird obsession with giving your horses all the same names?”
“Oh that’s just Geralt,” Lambert said.
“It does get tedious coming up with new names,” Vesemir put in.
“The baths thing,” Jaskier said. “Absolutely no personal hygiene but really fond of baths.”
“That’s just him,” Lambert said, “most of us know how to wash our faces.”
“The teeth thing,” Jaskier said.
Lambert, Coen, and Vesemir all looked at Geralt, for some reason, and Geralt sat up, abruptly losing his bored expression. “You told him–” Lambert said.
“I have never told him one gods-damned thing about my teeth,” Geralt said, indignant and slightly– horrified?
“It’s not funny,” Vesemir said, sternly.
“I did not,” Geralt said. There was an unexpected depth of feeling in that.
