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“Have you been magicking me all these years?” Geralt, eyes closed, barely disturbed the water when he leaned back against Jaskier’s chest in the overlarge tub.
Jaskier tutted and gently nudged Geralt forward. “Budge up, how can I get my hands in your hair if you’re pressed up against me? No dear heart, this isn’t any kind of fae magic. This talent is all Jaskier. Which is, of course, quite enough.” He massaged Geralt’s scalp, humming a bit as he worked.
“Hmm.”
“Enough of that.” Jaskier splashed Geralt, then turned the offending droplets into flower petals.
“See? That’s fae magic.”