See Me Differently, I Beg You(Alpha!Geralt x Omega!Jaskier)

Braids

"Oh well this is just wonderful." Jaskier said, voice bitter as he huddled by the fire. The storm had come on so quick. Pounding down on the trio out of nowhere. They were lucky to have found this cave for shelter. But still, it managed to soak them all down to the bone.

Their clothes were laid out to dry. Everyone was stripped down to their unders. Jaskier's chemise was clinging to his skin. He didn't like it. But, he also didn't like the idea of sitting naked on the ground. The fire should dry him up anyhow.

"We're so close to Kagen too." All this travel was making him antsy. He wanted to sleep. In a nice bed. One that he wouldn't have to leave so early in the morning. And make a nest. A nice, cozy nest. Of blankets and pillows and things that comforted him.  He wanted so much.

"Oh write a song about it." Yennefer grumbled, wringing out her hair. So long. How did she keep it from getting in the way-her and Geralt.

"Don't encourage him."

Jaskier side eyed Geralt, huffing. "I don't need encouragement. And just for that I'll make two songs out of it." As soon as he was good and dry, that is. No sense in getting his lute all soggy.

Yennefer came beside him to warm up beside the fire, hair still a damned mess.

"That's it, turn around." Jaskier demanded, turning towards her with his hands in his lap.

"What? Why-"

"I'd listen to him if I were you." Geralt chuckled, "He'll never shut up otherwise."

"Give me some credit." Jaskier huffed, shuffling forward when Yennefer turned her back to him. "I don't know how you two manage with all this." He gathers all her hair into his hands, combing through raven locks with practiced fingers. Starting at the ends.

"I do have a spell for this, you know." She sounds amused at his insistence.

"Magic cannot compare to the expert hands of Julien Alfred Pankratz." Her hair's still damp and he's finding bits of leaves trapped in the strands. He carefully picks them out.

He takes his time, weaving one strand over the other. Tiny flowers in deep purples and blacks, precious whites and blues begin to bloom along the braid as he works.

Geralt watches from a distance, warmth settling in his chest when the two of them begin to laugh as they chat.

Perhaps this could work. Now, just to find out what this was.

"No-swallowed whole?" Yennefer turns to look at the bard in disbelief.

"I didn't believe it either, til he came stumbling into the tavern covered in its guts. He reeked." Jaskier snickered, eyes catching Geralt's through the flames. He presses his lips together, humming innocently. "All done here." He scoots back, giving her some space.

Yennefer pulls the intricate braid forward, eyes catching on the flowers. "Well I'll be, you've got some magic in you after all, Pankratz."

Jaskier shrugs, "Well, I have been practicing." Now, "Your turn, dear wolf."

"No."

Jaskier pouts, "Come now, Geralt. Your hair's a mess. One little braid." He holds up a finger.

"Yes, Geralt. It's a rat's nest." Yennefer stands, a new dress suddenly melting onto her form. Before either of them can question it she says, "Well someone has to scope out the area." And she wanted to give the two some privacy as well. See if she could nudge them along.

"It's pouring rain! Yennefer-"

"I am a mage, you know." She flicks Jaskier's ear as she walks by. "I'll be back soon. Don't get too comfortable. Or do. Give me something fun to come back to."