“We won’t be there for a reunion,” Geralt interrupted. “We’re going to confirm or deny reports of a harpy. If it’s true, I’ll take care of it, and if it’s not, then we’ll leave.”
Jaskier’s grin turned immediately into a pout. He sighed mournfully. “Fine. You’re no fun at all.”
“And yet, you’re still here,” Geralt said teasingly.
Jaskier perked up again at that. “Yes, I’m still here.” He looked around furtively. When he decided it was safe, he pressed a quick kiss to Geralt’s cheek. “Even though you’re a bore, you’re my bore.”
Geralt’s ears grew warm.
Geralt and Jaskier travel to a town called Movadra for a monster hunt, and decide to stay for the annual Midaëte celebration. Navigating a budding relationship in an unfamiliar town proves difficult for Geralt, who's nervous about taking things to the next level. Luckily for him, Jaskier is a very patient bard, and Movadra is full of surprises.
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30 Jun 2020