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Geralt was kneeling in front of the fireplace meditating. Jaskier couldn’t help but watch him in awe. At first he’d been worried about getting bored without Geralt’s company, but as the witcher dropped to his knees on the soft wolf skin rug, Jaskier felt a calmness fall over him as if he were the one meditating. Once he was sure Geralt was fully in a state of rest, safely away from the outside world, he very gently combed his fingers through Geralt’s loose hair, he pulled the strands into a messy braid. It was more about the motion of pulling at Geralt’s hair than making it look beautiful, the repetitive action kept Jaskier grounded. He saved his best work for when Geralt was awake to enjoy it. Once he was done he pressed a kiss on the top of Geralt’s hair, sweeping the long silver braid over his shoulder so that Jaskier could kiss the nape of Geralt’s neck.
He chuckled as his fingers brushed the silver chain that lay on Geralt’s pale skin. The clasp had fallen from the back of Geralt’s neck to the front. Jaskier tilted his head and smiled fondly down at his witcher.
“I wish you could see how beautiful you are, my dear,” he whispered into the near silent room. The only reply was the crackling of the fireplace but he’d expected that.
Carefully, he followed the silver chain with his fingers, brushing past Geralt’s collarbone until he grasped the familiar circular wolf medallion in his hand. He blindly felt either side of the chain until he found the clasp. He smiled and gently tugged at the chain, only stopping when Geralt’s hand covered his own.
“Geralt?”
“Leave it.” Geralt’s voice was barely audible, slurred and heavy with sleep. Jaskier was certain that the witcher wouldn’t even remember this when he finally awoke.
Jaskier rolled his eyes and pulled his fingers out from Geralt’s hand, finally settling the clasp at the back of his neck. He kissed the nape of Geralt’s neck once more before wrapping his arms around Geralt’s waist, pressing his cheek between Geralt’s shoulder blades as his legs curled around Geralt on the floor. “Stop fussing, love. Get back to your meditation.”
“Hmm.”
Jaskier sighed and closed his eyes. He wouldn’t sleep but he was quite happy to rest, wrapped around his witcher in the safety of their room at the tavern. He could daydream some new compositions whilst he waited. There was no rush, no contract, no monsters. They were safe… for now, at least.