𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟

“𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙩, 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚.” (͏n)͏s͏f͏w 18+ ͏~ n͏e͏t͏f͏l͏i͏x & ͏b͏o͏o͏k ͏b͏a͏s͏e͏d ~ ͏d͏i͏s͏a͏s͏t͏e͏r ͏b͏i͏s͏e͏x͏u͏a͏l ͏~ s͏w͏i͏t͏c͏h ~ c͏r͏o͏s͏s͏o͏v͏e͏r͏s ͏a͏n͏d ͏o͏c͏s ͏w͏e͏l͏c͏o͏m͏e ͏~ s͏h͏i͏p ͏w/ ͏c͏h͏e͏m ͏~ m͏v/͏m͏s [↻ + ♥ ︎?]

Agreed, much better. He can’t help but burrow further into that burly chest.

Duly noted. Here he is, tucking himself quite snugly against the Witcher’s chest.

He’s relieved to hear that, considering he’s quite attached to Eskel as well.

Good. Because it’s the truth. He’s known it since he first laid eyes on him.

Is he surprised?

Trying to forget harsh words is so much harder that ever before… He used to just let insults roll off his back, but now, it seems that they all just… are stored up in his head and replay at the worst moments.

He wants to climb him like a tree.

// time for another night of projecting through my characters

Bumps into @poetofcidaris.

He’s still very angry at @NieZaDarmo. He hopes he knows that. One silly little sorry isn’t going to fix what he did.

// I think it’s about time for a new layout, time to go spend a stupid amount of time on one

“Yes, Geralt?” He calls back, sneaking through the underbrush to get a better vantage point. To throw another pebble that is.

Oh that smile… he certainly wasn’t expecting that. He smiles back, pushing up from his table and crossing to sit across from the Witcher. “Hello, darling, I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting, quite yet. Jaskier the bard.” He trills, extending a hand to Eskel.

Cue an echoing eerie giggle. Followed by another pebble being thrown.

Stares at @scarsandbattles from across the tavern. He’s intrigued…

Throws a pebble at @battlesandscars from the bushes.

Don’t mind him, he’s just sitting at the bar, drinking away his feelings.