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    When it comes to the fine art of persuasion, nothing works a miracle on Geralt of Rivia quite like a decadent hot bath.

    Jaskier is a veritable alchemist of the bath at his point, sifting through salts and soaps and oils, adding a dab of this, the tiniest drop of that, composing the fragrant notes into the song that will be Geralt's sigh as he sinks into the water.

     

    4 times Geralt's witcher senses work just fine plus 1 time one sense fails him rather spectacularly.
    Or: Jaskier is part-fae and nobody has a clue. Especially not Jaskier. Or Geralt, for that matter.

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    07 Aug 2020

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    Her eyes are still too narrow, too shrewd. It unnerves Jaskier. Then, softly, Yennefer adds, “Your feelings for Geralt - I had not realized.”

    Jaskier snorts, but does not pretend to misunderstand. “That’s quite alright. He never did either, if it’s any consolation.”

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    29 Jul 2020

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    The girl rolls her eyes at him. “If you’re just going to stand here ogling the witcher, maybe go and do it out of the way.”

    “Ogling.” Jaskier scoffs. “Who’s ogling?”

    She looks unimpressed. “Have you told him you want him to fuck you?”

    (A love song.)

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    27 Jul 2020

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    Jaskier shuffles his chair closer to Geralt’s. “I imagine this is how parents feel,” he says softly. His fingers ghost over the back of Geralt’s hand, running over scarred knuckles.

    “I’m not, though,” Geralt says after a time. “Her parent.”

    Jaskier clicks his tongue. “She’s yours,” he says gently. His words won’t carry over to the arena; they’re too far away. But even still, he knows how sharp a Witcher’s hearing can be. And even if Lambert is currently occupied with teaching Ciri about where to strike on a body, Jaskier keeps his voice low just in case he listens in. “In a biological sense, no. You’re of no relation to her whatsoever. But family is more than blood.”

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    27 Jul 2020

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    The wolf drew closer, and Jaskier realized it carried a lute between its teeth. Sleek, polished wood, white strings, dark swirling patterns around the rosette. Gently, the wolf laid the lute in front of Jaskier and nudged it towards him with its shiny black nose.  

    He stared wide-eyed at the wolf. The shock made him forget to be grateful, and instead, he blurted out, “Why?” 

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    23 Jul 2020