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He needed to do something with his hands, and this field of flowers aided in keeping busy. Ocean blue eyes kept wandering to the tree line, looking for that familiar white hair and swords. Once he was done with the flower crown, he placed it on his head, and began to make another. This was why he always preferred to follow Geralt, so he could see if the witcher was okay.
Just as he was finishing the crown, Roach looked up which made him look up. There, slowly walking out of the forest, was Geralt. He stood and went to help Geralt, taking his potions and proof of kill.
“Are you hurt, Geralt?” He asks, setting the potions down. Geralt grunts and Jaskier took that to mean ‘no’, but he checked over him anyway. Once satisfied, he put the crown on Geralt, knowing the witcher would be too tired to deny or rip it off. Jaskier liked how it looked on the witcher. The purple flowers complimented his eyes, he noticed. “Are we going to the town now or in the morning?”
“Do you want to spend all night next to a decaying monster?” Geralt asks.
“Not really…”
“Then we go.” Geralt started to pack up, which Jaskier quickly helped with. The sooner they get to the inn, the sooner Geralt can marginally relax after having been paid. It took some time, but eventually they were coming upon the entrance.
“Ah, uh, Geralt? You still have the crown on your head.”
“I know.” He said and made no move to take it off. Jaskier was both concerned and flattered, what if he was denied payment for simply wearing a flower crown? Jaskier would be beside himself, he’d feel guilty. Regardless, he kept on walking with Geralt to the alderman.
It was mid afternoon, just shortly before dinner, when they finally got there. Geralt showed his proof of killing the monster, and Jaskier was relieved that aside from a glare he paid the witcher. Geralt didn’t argue which meant he must have gotten what he was owed. He now was more awed that Geralt was keeping the crown on, he wondered why.
“I would’ve thought you’d have gotten rid of it by now,” Jaskier comments when they’re out of earshot of the alderman. “But you haven’t, that’s nice. Shall we go to the inn?”
“Hm,” Is all he gets in return, and that’s okay because the witcher follows him to the stables to set up Roach. Before they went into the inn, Jaskier stops and turns to look at Geralt. Said witcher tilts his head and raises an eyebrow.
Jaskier gave him a kiss on the lips, a quick thing so not many would see before stepping into the building. He goes to the innkeeper, bargaining for a better deal in exchange for singing and performing. He helps Geralt take their gear and bags to their room and within the safety of the room.
Before grabbing his lute and darting downstairs, Geralt grabbed him by the arm causing him to yelp in surprise. Geralt kissed him, a not so quick thing- in fact if Jaskier didn’t pull away he was sure he’d never make it down to perform.
“I have to go,” Jaskier whispers breathlessly against Geralt’s lips. “But I do hope you’ll want to continue this when I get back~”
All Jaskier got was a smirk and another kiss, lip gently bit. That was enough, and it was hard for Jaskier to leave. He couldn’t wait to come back when he was done.