‍‍ ‍ ‟̲ 𝓖𝗐̲𝗒̲𝗇̲𝖻̲𝗅̲𝖾̲𝗂̲𝖽̲𝖽̲.

𝒉𝒎?

that would indicate that geralt actually held some sort of 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 toward him. which is … absolutely not the case.

currently draining his second tankard of ale.

well, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 — look who it is.

╱ pleaseeee on my old yen account, yen and jaskier were teaming up to get geralt in leather DHIDDBNDN

╱ here’s yen!

oh, if 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 she knew the sorts of things that he got up to — bog water and monster guts, not to mention plenty of mystery fluids. making up excuses to see him again, is she? it’s alright to admit that she’s missed him.

“i seem to remember a time where you told me that you wanted honesty — which i 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 given you ever since.” a slight smirk, and another sip of mead. “unless you can’t take the truth.”

it’s best if she doesn’t ask. what, 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈? he does do it once in a blue moon, yes — better to have his natural musk while hunting monsters. helps him blend in better.

“have they?” a quizzical raise of his eyebrow, before the witcher shakes his head and looks back to his mead. “the only reason that i seem to have such a reputation these days is because of your eardrum-bleeding ballads. 𝒏𝒐𝒕 because of my bathing habits.”

… why.

another bright morning, another day of searching for 𝒋𝒐𝒃𝒔. the coin in his pocket is starting to get a bit low.

╱ imma quickly make my yennefer account this morning, and then i’ll write! <3

oh, lovely — 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 what he needs. a low grunt escapes him at the bard’s words, lifting the tankard to his lips for a long sip before responding. “need, maybe. but want? no.”

well, 𝒏𝒐 — but, considering the things that he’s gotten himself into today … he’s certainly in need of one. just for the cause of a bath? he must be very special.