[ as much as he'd like to agree with geralt about yennefer, he simply can't, recalling just how vulnerable she had been without her magic, how she'd hugged him, how she ensure he was there to help in what little way he could. sure, he still thinks she's a conniving, manipulative strop of a woman, but she's become a friend of sorts. so he frowns, about to say something in response when geralt shoves the sweet, icy treat into his mouth.
at first, he's too indignant to bother tasting it. but as the flavor bursts onto his tongue, jaskier can't help but feel his eyes roll back as he groans. slowly, without really realizing how it looks, he pulls the popsicle out of his mouth. his lips linger around the tip until he's finally withdrawing the treat enough to lick at it.
finally, after this little show ( of which he has no idea he's making ), he looks up at geralt. ]
Not bad! This is pretty good. [ he holds it out for geralt. ] Want a taste? And don't think you've gotten out of talking about Yennefer.
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at first, he's too indignant to bother tasting it. but as the flavor bursts onto his tongue, jaskier can't help but feel his eyes roll back as he groans. slowly, without really realizing how it looks, he pulls the popsicle out of his mouth. his lips linger around the tip until he's finally withdrawing the treat enough to lick at it.
finally, after this little show ( of which he has no idea he's making ), he looks up at geralt. ]
Not bad! This is pretty good. [ he holds it out for geralt. ] Want a taste? And don't think you've gotten out of talking about Yennefer.