"why didn& #39;t you just tell me from the start?" jaskier asks, as they lie together in their shitty inn bed. their legs are tangled and his head is on geralt& #39;s chest, above his slow beating heart. https://twitter.com/troubadorer/status/1293567019934273536">https://twitter.com/troubador...

"you deserve to be courted," geralt answers after a moment of silence. "i wanted...to do it properly."

instead of a quip about getting tips from questionable sources like he knows jaskier wants to make, jaskier shifts and looks up at him instead.

"do witchers have courting customs?"

geralt strokes his fingers against his face, brushing his hair from his blue eyes. "not as such. we& #39;re taught to be solitary. our life doesn& #39;t lend well to companions, much less lovers. permanent ones, at least."

jaskier& #39;s mouth spreads in a grin, soft and happy. "i& #39;m permanent, then?"

geralt tilts his chin to kiss him. "as long as you want me."

jaskier makes a pleased hum and presses closer with a whispered, "forever."

// end thread