[ There are shades of Jaskier that remain. He sees it and he's glad to know it isn't entirely gone. ]
Mm. It's home. [ Home. It is now, for them. The three of them. He smells lilac and gooseberries and sage and roses when he enters, and it's all familiar, the scents of his bonded.
He looks over. After a second, he brushes back the lock of black hair that falls over Jaskier's forehead. He's never spoken of his past before. Jaskier has heard rumors, asked questions he occasionally confirms or leaves ambiguous, but that's as far as it's gone.
Things are different now. Jaskier is different. So is he, in a way. Geralt finds himself making a thoughtful sound, letting his hand fall away. He turns back towards the glittering lake. ] I was twelve when I found my first streak of white.
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Mm. It's home. [ Home. It is now, for them. The three of them. He smells lilac and gooseberries and sage and roses when he enters, and it's all familiar, the scents of his bonded.
He looks over. After a second, he brushes back the lock of black hair that falls over Jaskier's forehead. He's never spoken of his past before. Jaskier has heard rumors, asked questions he occasionally confirms or leaves ambiguous, but that's as far as it's gone.
Things are different now. Jaskier is different. So is he, in a way. Geralt finds himself making a thoughtful sound, letting his hand fall away. He turns back towards the glittering lake. ] I was twelve when I found my first streak of white.