𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓 | Ꭺ Ꮐꫀɾᥲᥣt ᥲᥒd Ꭻᥲ᥉kเꫀɾ Ꮮꪮ᥎ꫀ Ⲋtꪮɾᥡ

MEN OF FEW WORDS ARE THE BEST

"And that is how I knew that I could never stand the smell of coconut oil. Every--"

"You have been continuously speaking since the alehouse. I kindly ask you to shut up!!" Geralt said he glared at Jaskier who was rolling his eyes.

"I can never not speak. It's a gift. This is how I cope up with loneliness. I've been alone way too long and I believe you have been too, even more than me. That explains your lack of social skills." Jaskier said as they walked.

"I talk to Roach."

"I haven't seen you having chat with Roach" Jaskier chuckled

"Because you have been continuously speaking for far too long!! Now shut up or I throw you in that pit over there." Geralt pointed at the pit.

"Alright I will, lord!" Jaskier stoped talking. He wondered if Geralt even listened to him. Geralt always replied with 'hmm' or 'fuck' or better yet 'shut up'. Maybe he only likes talking to his horse or he is a man of few words. Jaskier started looking around. He started humming which made Geralt even more irritated and he glared at him.

"Oh come on I can't even hum?" Jaskier rolled his eyes and sighed.

"No!" Geralt said as he took a sip from his bottle.

"What's that?" Jaskier questioned.

"Ale" Geralt said without making eye contact.

"When I said I was thirsty why didn't you give me some ale?" Jaskier stopped walking.

"Because it is my ale besides you needed water which you had!" Geralt continued walking.

"Alright! Can I have some?" Jaskier stood in front of Geralt.

"No!" Geralt replied as he was blocked by Jaskier.

"Oh why not" Jaskier questioned. He crossed his arms.

"As I said earlier, it's mine. That is why. Now move!" Geralt pushed Jaskier and walked.

He is sooo impolite. How long has he been alone with that horse? Does he have no etiquettes? When I was thirsty, it took  two horse to find water. Why couldn't he just offer me a sip? Thoughts raced in Jaskier's mind.

"This is so silly! Give me some ale Geralt!" Jaskier started snatching the bottle from Geralt.

"Aye don't be stupid. My one hand can leave you unconscious! You will hurt yourself" Geralt did not want to hurt Jaskier but having a strength like Geralt could hurt the poor little bard without the intention.

"Don't threaten me. It is a common courtesy to provide ale to the fellow companion." Jaskier struggled to snatch the bottle.

"You leave me no choice." Geralt pushed Jaskier but Jaskier attacked his knees which made Geralt fall. Jaskier also fell on top of Geralt. Jaskier was now up close with Geralt. Lips barely touching. Jaskier looked at Geralt's eyes. They were firey, God-like and felt warmth for some reason. Grealt stared at him as if he has seen some ghost. Jaskier's face was red.  Then he felt something on his pelvic. Is it what I think it is? No this cannot be? Really? Interesting!

Geralt pushed Jaskier and got up. He was very embarrassed to even look at Jaskier. Jaskier sat on the ground and looked at Geralt who was dusting his clothes. He slowly got up and could not make eye contact after that. Can this really be? Geralt having a turn on by me? The bottle was on the ground with ale coming out of it which made Geralt pissed.

"YOU NEVER STOP TALKING AND NOW YOU TAKE MY ALE AND THROW IT ON THE GROUND. I COULD HAVE REACHED MY DESTINATION AGES AGO YOU ARE A DRAG!! I SHOULD NEVER HAVE SAVED YOU!" Geralt shouted at Jaskier and left. The bard just stood there and looked at the Witcher leaving. "I sort of saved you too" He whispered