๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ , ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ. and they are long past tiptoeing around such things when their world has since fallen down around them. so the bard remains in careful wait until the others are most distracted with someone else telling the stories for a change. percy and zoltan have many tales , and he can afford to miss just the one.
jaskier makes his way over with little fuss , the witcher huddled in a corner as he so often is. the fresh drink in his hand will just be drunk by him if geralt doesn't fancy it , but he offers it wordlessly as he sits. knows he isn't as skilful at being quiet when tipsy ramblings take over , and so his head rests against geralt's shoulder as he says it soft. tries to keep the delicate worry from his tone but it doesn't work. never does.
' are you alright? ' a breath. ' please tell me the truth. ' @whitehairedwitcher












