Geralt didn't ask him if he wanted to ride, didn't offer him the kindness in exchange for something, he simply reached down and pulled him up. He gave him an order and a kindess all at once--which was...flummoxing. Words were tricky things, gifts even more so--Geralt seemed hellbent on avoiding the former while showering him in the latter. The Witcher gave him a dozen tiny boons a day--a human wouldn't have noticed, but Jaskier was a creature who twisted boons into compacts, it was the whole of his being.
He gave and gave and spoke not a single word about them.
This was another.
Jaskier's feet were freezing, his legs were so sore he hadn't even been able to feel it until he was astride Roach. He settled on the horse with a bedraggled sigh and gamely resisted the urge to plaster himself against the Witcher's back. He took what was offered but he had never and would never take something that hadn't been--fuck, it was cold--
"Geralt, would you mind terribly if I held on? Wouldn't want Roach to realize I'm up here and toss me off for presuming." The fact that he'd asked through near chattering teeth did not help him sell his near falsehood.
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Geralt didn't ask him if he wanted to ride, didn't offer him the kindness in exchange for something, he simply reached down and pulled him up. He gave him an order and a kindess all at once--which was...flummoxing. Words were tricky things, gifts even more so--Geralt seemed hellbent on avoiding the former while showering him in the latter. The Witcher gave him a dozen tiny boons a day--a human wouldn't have noticed, but Jaskier was a creature who twisted boons into compacts, it was the whole of his being.
He gave and gave and spoke not a single word about them.
This was another.
Jaskier's feet were freezing, his legs were so sore he hadn't even been able to feel it until he was astride Roach. He settled on the horse with a bedraggled sigh and gamely resisted the urge to plaster himself against the Witcher's back. He took what was offered but he had never and would never take something that hadn't been--fuck, it was cold--
"Geralt, would you mind terribly if I held on? Wouldn't want Roach to realize I'm up here and toss me off for presuming." The fact that he'd asked through near chattering teeth did not help him sell his near falsehood.