âCan I help?â Jaskier asked again, wiggling the bar of soap enticingly. [...] The color was stubborn, and the white suds quickly bled pink as they picked up the color, washing it out. It was a slow process, and the only sounds were the water rushing by, the crickets rustling in the long grass, and the rhythmic whirr and squish of the slow circles Jaskier was drawing on Geraltâs scalp and through his long hair.
And the second piece for the @geraskierreversebangââ !! for the same amazing Fic, âthe harder the rain (the sweeter the sun)â by the lovely @teamfreehoodiesââ Â in which cute things happen! go read it, go, go, go !!!















