𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 , 𝐋͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐓͟ …

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several things . mainly the ‘ tour ‘ thing .

right on cue , there’s a loud, dramatic groan from a very unhappy witcher. oh , for fuck’s sake .

answer the question .

… is he deluded or just lying to save face?

he says quite literally 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 for dramatic effect .

hey, he never said that he thought geralt would die easy. he assumed that 𝘪𝘧 he did, it would be at the hands of a thoroughly pissed off sorceress, and he’d hardly call that 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮.

is he saying all of this for dramatic effect, or does he 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 believe this is his greatest song to date ?

—— way out from the back of lambert’s throat and right into jaskier’s ear. “ 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 . “

—— of it , simply just 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 his hand there until he allowed his fingertips to flex. just a preview of what might happen. a 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. but then jaskier spoke, his voice saturated with lechery and coupled with those words it caused an unbidden groan to work it’s ——

lambert couldn’t keep his hands off of jaskier even on his best days, and he knew just how much jaskier enjoyed being manhandled . . especially when lambert wasn’t being particularly gentle about it. so he allowed that hand to run from the back of jaskier’s neck to the side——

–— “ just gimme a 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵 as to what’s going through that head of yours. maybe it’ll get the mood just right .”

—— poet before they eventually snapped. his hand began to mindlessly rub at the back of jaskier’s neck, he wasn’t being entirely gentle about it either. “ you wicked little thing . . “ lambert husked , and it was so very obvious he didn’t mean that as an insult. ——

a wickedness was quick to spark in the witcher’s eyes, his hand sliding back from the bard’s jaw to grip at the nape of his neck, pushing them close together so his face was practically pressing into jaskier’s cheek, playing with just how close he could get to his ——

—— of my own running through my head, and i’m sure they’re way more filthy.” he just had to add that last part, punctuated with a smooth caress of his fingertips against the bard’s jaw .

—— groan that would have wrecked his whole facade. the corner of his mouth twitched up once jaskier spoke, dark haired cranium tilting at just the right angle to make a stray strand of hair fall in front of his face. “ i’m not that disenfranchised . i got a few thoughts ——

lambert looked as smug as he always seemed to whenever he manhandled jaskier, holding a knowing stare and flashing a smirk that had managed to piss off almost everyone he had come across. but then jaskier’s gaze turned defiant, and lambert had to suppress the exasperated ——

—— the runt to always take their sessions of cat and mouse to the next level. “ is there something you wanted ? “ he decided to ask, thumb pressing against his chin as a silent reprimand for playing coy. “ i’m not a fuckin’ mind reader.”

lambert, seemingly already warring with his dwindling patience for their little word games, let the space between them close in one big, swift step, just to curl his hand beneath jaskier’s chin and redirect his lingering gaze back up to lambert’s own eyes. leave it to ——

—— there in thought as he just seemed to look at jaskier, conveniently flashing both his wedding ring and the ring jaskier gave him in the process. “ mmm, 𝘯𝘰 . i’ve already given up more information than you deserve. “