Informal post about my ace/demi Geralt thoughts, since apparently people would like to hear them:

I don’t think he realizes, for a long time, that the way he feels about intimacy might be different than the way most people feel.

Sex is a way for him to get the gentle touch and closeness he craves. The act itself means very little, but he finds himself chasing the hands on his face, in his hair, stroking his arms. Even a paid partner stinks of reluctance, though, which spoils the illusion.

He can see the way some people look at him like a particularly temping piece of meat and the hunger in their eyes is the most he can hope for because at least it isn’t malice. They might touch him because they want to. They won’t smell of obligation. The illusion comes easier.

He meets Yennefer and her touch is sweet and her eyes, while they still look at him with hunger, are soft. With her, its the easiest to pretend he’s finally gotten what he craves. He thinks he might have been able to love her back the way she loved him, given enough time.

And then there’s Jaskier. Jaskier who is loud and brash and wonderful and loves with a free and wild ferocity that’s mildly terrifying. And with Jaskier finally comes the kind of intimacy Geralt has lacked his entire life.

Jaskier touches him constantly. A hand on his waist, an arm slung around his shoulders, talented fingers entwined in his hair. Jaskier fills the hole in his soul effortlessly and without the shadow of expectant hunger that’s followed Geralt for so long.

Jaskier kisses him one day and presses no further when he sees the light dim in Geralt’s eyes. Instead, he wraps the witcher in his arms and holds him close. Geralt feels heard and seen and understood in a way he never has before.