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Sunlight shines over his eyes, forcing him to squint as he wakes. He can see dust dancing in the light, and sits up with a yawn. There’s faint music that calls to him, leaving him a trail to follow to the kitchen.
Do you have a dime, to listen to me whine…
Today’s a Green Day day, apparently. He smiles, leaning against the doorframe.
Geralt’s hair fans out behind his head, thrown up in the messiest half-bun imaginable. His old running shorts sit at his waist and thighs, and his faded sweater reveals a sliver of pale skin as he reaches up for the cocoa powder.
Green Day and chocolate pancakes. And Geralt, the love of his life. He hums under his breath, body wiggling in an inescapable half-dance to the high-energy song.
I am one of those melodramatic fools, neurotic to the core, no doubt about it…
Jaskier approaches him, slipping past Geralt’s defenses. They’re too used to one another, and Geralt hums as Jaskier hugs him from behind. His elbow juts out, nearly socking Jaskier in the stomach as Geralt flips the pancake. Jaskier knows to move in time. The song continues, and they sway together without tune though Geralt keeps humming.
Jaskier begins singing under his breath along with him; Geralt slips the pancakes onto a plate, and Jaskier realizes that they’re banana-chocolate. Banana-chocolate pancakes, Green Day, and dancing with Geralt in the kitchen.
He lets his eyes slip closed, and the song ends.
“I need to go brush my teeth,” he says eventually. He is still plastered to Geralt’s back. “You’re warm.”
Geralt hums in reply, pan sizzling as he pours a new scoop of batter. Jaskier makes no move to untangle himself.
They stand there together for a little while longer and forget time.