( OPEN ) february catch-all

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Jaskier; Yennefer; You
When: February // Feoveuer
Where: Aefenglom
What: A rescue. Not quite from who you'd expect. + other things as they come.
Warnings: Violence, CW related to the current event.

[ starters in comments. plot with me at discontinued! ]

OPEN: post-kidnapping

CLOSED: Jaskier | Yennefer | Jaskier pt. ii | yennefer + myr

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[cointosser]

[He looks back at his friend for a moment, his fox face imperceptible. Geralt's is similar; even more than his normal stony expression, it is incredibly hard to sense anything beyond his neutral expression. Not even his nose twitches.

Then he looks back at the pond. He has barely been able to bathe himself (though he certainly has), immediately feeling his skin prickle with fear when he's in a closed room, alone. Finally he left the door open and found it doable, but not at the extent he'd once bathed.

He couldn't even enjoy it. A place where he could bathe however he liked, with a cauldron to brew his own oils.

He places a paw in the pond, the water surprisingly warm. The fur must help.] This cannot be at all interesting for you. [What did they call it? Babysitting. That's what Geralt was doing for him.

And yet Jaskier was so terribly grateful for it. Even being outside made him feel much more alive.] Do you come here to meditate? Or to hunt?

[gynvael]

[ A hum neither confirms nor denies Jaskier's comment. Is it interesting? No. But Geralt has little care for interesting or excitement or the things those with mundane lives crave. He wants the quiet of being here with his friend, knowing that Jaskier is at least comforted for the time being. However brief. ]

Both. [ He glances over at Jaskier. Even as a wolf, Geralt is still. The only movement is the flick of his ears as he catches the crackle of leaves here, the snap of a twig there. ] One day, I'll get you to sit still long enough to learn.

[ It's partly a joke; partly an offer, if Jaskier ever really wants. It'd be good for him, clearing his head. Besides, given their bond and the magic in this world, it won't hurt for Jaskier to learn how to steady his mind more. ]

[cointosser]

[Both. Jaskier makes a fox noise that he hopes comes close to, as I suspected as he hops into the pond. A chill goes through him, but the water lapping at his paws isn't quite as bothersome as he suspected at first. He sinks into the water, moving out so the water was deep enough he could pedal his way through it.

It's a point. Sitting still was not a part of him the same way being a morose lout never has, either. Jaskier swims in circles quietly, diving under a little to wet his face, then returns to the grass to stand.]

It may be past due for me to learn. [He answers quietly, almost uncharacteristically unsure. He's never had interest in Geralt's meditations; Jaskier is a constant energy that cannot be bottled or stilled into one spot. Yet he knows the purpose of it. He's simply never needed to clear his mind, for it's never been clouded.

He imagines that, through the Bond, it would be... simpler.] If you're offering a class of your own, Master Geralt.

[gynvael]

[ Jaskier comes out looking soggy and a little half-drowned. Geralt, for once, keeps it to himself, though there's a twitch in his tail that suggests he finds something about Jaskier's appearance amusing.

He shuffles his paws. He's never offered before, except in jest or as a way to tell Jaskier he needs him to sit the fuck down for a moment once in awhile. It's not as if Jaskier in the past would've ever taken him up on it.

Things have changed since. ]

In exchange for an ale or two. [ He stands up, stretching his legs. Remains to be seen, how well the lessons will stick. Worth a try, though. Besides, anything will serve as a good distraction for Jaskier right now. ] Coming back?

[cointosser]

[Ohh, no. He can recognize that whether or not he can read Geralt's face any better. And... normally, he would give him shit for it, but he couldn't fault him for a bit of amusement in all of this. Even at his own expense.

He did make sure to stand very close to Geralt as he stretches with a wide, sharp-toothed yawn -- and then shakes himself, splashing water all over the wolf.

That'll teach him.]

I can afford an ale, I think. [He grins through his canine teeth. The moment of brevity wouldn't last long, but for now, it was plenty.] Yes. Let's head home, lest Yennefer fear I've spirited you away into trouble. [He pauses, flicking his tail.] And we can begin your first lesson.