Several deep breaths later and his mind sunk gratefully into its meditative state. Time passed. The water lost some of its scalding heat. His senses stretched languorously through the inn. The scent of the soap and salts in the water; the sound of murmured conversations in the adjacent room and the muffled squeaks of mice in the rafters…
The loud, abrasive clank of tin drink containers and wooden door as Jaskier fell through it.
Geralt opened one amber eye. He followed Jaskier as he stumbled across the room; he only managed enough coordination to carefully set his lute atop a cabinet. Moments later, the bard pushed one of the flagons he had carried from the bar into his hand. Geralt shuffled in the bath to sit up. “Locals not entertaining enough for you?”
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12 May 2021
Despite all the supposed trips to the tavern none of the knights have seen Merlin drunk. They decide to rectify that. A poor decision, really.
Prompt: Druids start to slowly come out of hiding, living their lives peacefully in the kingdom and even sending a diplomat or two to Camelot. After a close call or two, Merlin has to have a chat with them about not revealing Merlin's identity. While no one ever does reveal Merlin is Emrys, a lot of people start to talk about Emrys in Camelot.
05 Oct 2020
"I told you to run," Geralt growls against his neck, nosing under Jaskier's ear, burying his face in Jaskier's hair. The stubble on his chin tickles and Jaskier tries to squirm away, only to be held tighter, a knee pressing between his legs and he can feel something hard against his thigh.
"Ah, Geralt, not that I'm not enjoying myself but what's going on? Are you hurt? Didn't we need to flee?"
"You..."Geralt growls and of all things Jaskier thought he would do, licking his neck was definitely not one. "Smell too good..."
Geralt gets hit with a curse and he can't keep his hands off his sweet smelling bard.
“I didn’t know you’d noticed.”
“Yes, you think I’m quite dim,” Jaskier replies, but without heat. It’s hard work to create and maintain that kind of persona. People falling for it is the best kind of appreciation. “Would that have somehow made it better? If I didn’t know I was bathing in your fluids?”
(Jaskier doesn’t wait until Geralt is done to get in the tub. It starts A Thing.)