𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend.

Tis the season to get messy.

A hand steadied against his upper back, a faint smile given. "Good?"

"That's probably so. I haven't washed it in a while," he chortles softly, fingers brushing along the pristine fabric. "I do appreciate it, Geralt. Thank you."

He follows after Geralt as he enters Jaskier's room, brows rising at the sight of his freshly washed coat. "Ah —— thank you, Geralt. I was wondering where that ran off to."

The door is opening, a faint simper displayed. "Ah, hello, Geralt. What brings you here?"

/ my brain is so tired babe I'm Perishing

He melts against Geralt's frame, a hand idly petting down his spine. Jaskier allows himself to romance in the half-asleep, half-awake state, warm, comfortable, even more so now that Geralt has become his personal blanket. He's welcome to lay with him when desired.

/ sorry I'm so spotty, work doesn't leave many brain cells left, esp since we've been ridiculously busy lol. pending replies will be done at A Point

—— @ivorywoIf.

Drowsy, arms loop around broad shoulders, settling the large frame even closer.