It was a warm summer night. There was a soft breeze, moving the white hair of the man who stood before him. "If only I could run my fingers through it.." he thought to himself. He knew he shouldn't think about the white-haired man like that, but he couldn't help himself. All he could think about was touching his soft, white hair. He'd felt it before. When he needed him to help him clean all the guts and other nasty things out of his hair and of his body when he had fought a monster. Seeing the white-haired man resting in the warm bathwater, his muscular, scarred upperbody exposed. It gave him thoughts that he shouldn't have, but he could not get the man out of his head, neither did he want to.
"Dandilion! Did you hear anything I just said?" Dandilion jumped up out of his thoughts; "Sorry! No. I was, eh.. thinking about a poem." He said, turning red, now that he looked at his beautiful face. The white haired man looked annoyed. "How is it every time that we are discussing this subject, you go into you're little fantasy world and not think with me about where we have to go next?!"
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The Witcher and the Bard
FanficThis is a romantic (wink wink) story is about Dandilion aka Jaskier and Geralt of Rivia aka a witcher. *also in the witcher books i have, Dandelion is spelled as Dandilion. so if it bothers you, you can fuck off because i too, can not handle two di...
