toto som legit písala na telesnej výchove a potom som to dopísala keď sme stáli na námestì lmao
Next thing Jaskier knows is that the water he buries his lower half into burns, and that the witcher is annoyed because his bath is interrupted by the bard forcing himself next to him. Geralt puts his elbow on the edge on the tub, and then leans his head against his head.
After a few hours of walking, they reached a road, and to their luck there was a town big enough to have an inn, and a tavern, which was exactly what the two men needed.
And a bath, too.
Jaskier touches the bottom of the tub, and then slowly crawls near the witcher ,,Sorry about that poor child, and that village,"
Geralt's yellow eyes open slowly, and he looks at Jaskier with that generic look of his - that look that he taught himself to make when he was told that a witcher does not feel emotion, that empty look, that is, with the emotion behind his eyes, so gentle ,,We came late," He shruggs. He's not pretending to be disinterested, not at all. The disinterest in this subject really is there, but that strange feeling of guilt creeps up his back.
Where was the last time he had saved anyone? He honestly cannot remember.
Then, it was Geralt who spoke next, to Jaskiee's surprise ,,Did it upset you?" He says, almost incomprehensible with that low growl that he kept in his voice, interrupted by the fire cackling just near enough.
Jaskier's eyes widened, shocked by the witcher's sudden, and frankly unexpected question ,,No, no, not as much as the first stuff did," He chuckles, and Geralt smiles very gently at him.
Geralt leans against the tub, sighing in relief. The fire throws a warm glow at his face, and the water sooths the itching in his overworked limbs. If it just wasn't for that smell - outside, the whole town, the horse shit, the dirty and the sick. The blood drenched village that they left in the woods nearby. His nose has been way too sensitive lately. And his ears too. He can hear every step that occurs in this small inn, and his eyes - he can see every curve of Jaskier's body even though it's almost dark in the room.
Jaskier comes closer, and is sitting between the other man's legs now. He waits for Geralt to notice, what he, of course does almost immediately.
,,Did it upset you?" Jaskier asks.
Geralt doesn't lie. Not often. He purses his lips and averts his gaze ,,No," and it's not exactly a lie, because those gruesome scenes do not upset him, they never do - there was something else that worried him.
Jaskier smiles, and lets out something that could've been a laugh ,,It's okay," He whispers and leans against the witcher's chest hesitantly, his wet hair scratching Geralt's skin unpleasantly ,,Sometimes things can be hard - even for the best of us,"
Geralt closed his eyes and nodded with a silent growl of agreement.
He could fall asleep now.
,,I'm sorry for distracting you with my babbling," Jaskier wakes him up again ,,Back then,"
Geralt suddenly laughed with a raspy chuckle ,,Finally," He jokes woth that gloomy tone of his, and Jaskier knows that he just tickled the right ivory.
Jaskier lifted his head, his eyes meeting the witcher's - it's like looking at something magical, and in a sense, that is what those eyes are, in all senses - magical.
,,But I stand by my opinion, the sniffing is extraordinarly rude," Jaskier smirks, and Geralt gives that smirk back.
,,It's not sniffing," The witcher says after a few silent moments, his tone turning somewhat serious, but is light at the same time - it might be because of Jaskier's presence that he feels so comfortable sharing these things.
