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pelt stewardship, and other signs of devotion by PenAndInkPrincess
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
21 May 2022
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It’s hard, at times, to keep playing at ignorance when the intrepid little moron dumps out the entire bundle of his sleek, downy-soft pelt in search of a new quill, but if he isn’t going to bring it up, Geralt’s certainly not going to pry, even though he does have to prompt the bard surreptitiously more than a few times when the flighty little pest evidently forgets all about his pelt and moves to happily trot along on his way, his freedom left behind in the dust. It’s a fine line Geralt walks, playing dumb while hyper-aware of the situation, but he manages to hold his peace and remain silent even when he wants to scold the selkie to be fucking careful. The bard babbles along at length throughout the day enough without prompting; gods forfend Geralt give him any sign of encouragement for more.
Still, despite Geralt’s best efforts, he finds that the selkie–who has chosen Jaskier as his name of all things–is growing on him.
It is, in a few words, fucking obnoxious.
(Jaskier is a selkie who is absolutely HORRIFIC at keeping up with his pelt) (lucky, then, that he has a witcher to do it for him)
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- Part 1 of wolves and seals
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Jaskier sags against him, and Geralt dares to hold him up. He’s shamed when he reaches for the pelt and is allowed to hold it, Jaskier so easily allowing him the trust of the action.
“You were a first class donkey prick,” Jaskier tells him, voice husky with exhaustion, but the slightest bit of mirth threading through. “Do it again, and I’m kicking you in the balls and stealing Roach.”
Geralt huffs a laugh, knees feeling wobbly from the weight of relief, of the chance at absolution he’s been given when he knows how unworthy he is of it.
“Fair enough.”
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“You’re a squish deep inside,” Jaskier accuses warmly. Geralt makes a noise of disagreement, but Jaskier’s smile just widens. “A smooshy soft mush,” he says, jabbing a finger at Geralt’s chest with each word.