Jaskier started as Geralt abruptly rose, face overcome with a grim mask. The Witcher didn't glower, didn't snap at him, but turned and stalked off. Jaskier watched him, dumbstruck for a moment, before scrambling to his feet and giving chase.
"G-Geralt wait, hey--" he started but, by the time he caught him up, he had slammed the door to their room closed.
For a moment, he had entertained the hope that Geralt had just...maybe...decided to take him up on the offer and had dashed to the room? Overcome with desire? The slamming wasn't exceedingly encouraging, honestly. No, Geralt had probably not appreciated his flirting or candor, Jaskier realized. The bard found himself at a loss as he looked at the shabby wooden door and stood, quite alone, in the hallway outside their room.
"--fuck--" he cursed under his breath and considered the door. After (far too short) a moment of thought, Jaskier took a deep, steeling breath and stepped forward. He reached to open the door but decided, at the very last second, to reach out and knock instead. Three quick raps on the wood--he felt stupid the moment he finished.
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"G-Geralt wait, hey--" he started but, by the time he caught him up, he had slammed the door to their room closed.
For a moment, he had entertained the hope that Geralt had just...maybe...decided to take him up on the offer and had dashed to the room? Overcome with desire? The slamming wasn't exceedingly encouraging, honestly. No, Geralt had probably not appreciated his flirting or candor, Jaskier realized. The bard found himself at a loss as he looked at the shabby wooden door and stood, quite alone, in the hallway outside their room.
"--fuck--" he cursed under his breath and considered the door. After (far too short) a moment of thought, Jaskier took a deep, steeling breath and stepped forward. He reached to open the door but decided, at the very last second, to reach out and knock instead. Three quick raps on the wood--he felt stupid the moment he finished.
"Uh, Geralt?" he hazarded.