( CLOSED ) april catch-all

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Witcher Fam; Ianto
When: April
Where: Aefenglom; The Wilde
What: family reunions; maybe quests and events!
Warnings: n/a

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

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[cointosser]

[Jaskier chokes on a cough.] And you bloody never fucking tell her I said it!

[He needs no reminder Yennefer's already threatened his balls multiple times, and one time with a very real knife between his legs. But they're great friends now! There's no way she'd do it again. Even with a bit of jesting on his end.

He clears his throat.] Running away from my question too, are you? [Jaskier leans in against him, shoving him with a shoulder.] I fret over every one of yours, as you fret over mine. And I do adore you for it, bless your foolish white head.

[He pauses, letting the light-hearted lines lay for a moment. When he turns back to his friend, he's serious, and quiet.] You know I'll help you. No matter what your entanglements be.

[gynvael]

[ His tail smacks Jaskier's side. He's not running away. There are just some questions wherein an answer isn't needed at the moment.

Times like these, he misses the path. He's always going somewhere. It's easier to leave things behind when there's nothing keeping him in one place.

He wonders if Jaskier misses it, too. Traveling bard and all. This is the longest they've actually spent together without parting ways for the winter or because Jaskier decided to stay behind to woo some courtier or another before catching up with Geralt months later when it falls apart. ]

Mm. [ Yeah. He knows. He shifts, their shoulders brushing. ] A drink is always a help.

[ Come with me. It's been awhile since they've gone out for a drink, anyway. ]

[cointosser]

[Jaskier hums something close to a laugh. Geralt may deny it all he wants, but that's the only was Jaskier sees it.

They're quiet, together this time. Still. Neither of them have ever been so still, at least as long as Jaskier's known his friend. Tehy are always on the move, between jobs. Hunting or performances. It's not as if he feels trapped in Aefenglom -- honestly, he quite enjoys it here -- but he knows, through the Bond, that some part of Geralt does.

The Path, as he called. Once Jaskier had learned about it, he realized he, too, had a Path.

Jaskier looks over, a smile there. For some reason, he feels a bit lighter, having told him of Alice. That Geralt understands he needed... something more, from someone else, and he's finally found it.] Well, lucky for you you have such rich friends. I could go for a drink.

[He pats Geralt's shoulder.] Let's go, my friend.