43 and 87 for the writing thing, and pairing.... mmm geraskier?
Drabble List #2
43. “I never meant to hurt you.” 87. “Let me help.”
“Why there is a giant wolf plushie in our living room?” Geralt stared, at said plushie covering all of their couch and half the table behind it.
“I don’t know what you are talking about” Jaskier shrugged, not looking back at Geralt, and hugging the one single legs he could actually circle his arms around comfortably.
“Jaskier…” Geralt sighed, moving closer to his boyfriend, and gently starting to move his hand on his up and down his back. “I didn’t meant to hurt you,” Jaskier hummed, closing his eyes and basking in the warm soft fur of the plushie and the gentle hand on massaging back. “I was an asshole, I was mad and I let it out on you, I know that’s not a good apology and I will pay for that for a long time, but let me at last start with this words, I’m sorry.” Geralt ended waiting for Jaskier to say something. Anything.
And so he waited. And waited, minute passing slowly in the stillness of the room till Jaskier moved jostling his hand and moving to lay flat on the wolf back, trying to hug better the plushie.
“Jaskier.” Geralt tried again with a soft voice, starting to squirm on the spot, because Jaskier silent wasn’t good. It was unsettling, unnatural.
“I know” Jaskier started, after fifteen minute of complete silence, fifteen minute that looked like hours. “I know you didn’t mean to say that to me, but it still hurt. It still hurt, because you always use me as a punching bag, and that’s not fair at all” Jaskier continued, trying to balance himself on the plushie, slipping sideway a little.
“Let me help.” Geralt whispered, moving closer to help Jaskier balance himself on the white wolf.
“You need to learn how to channel that anger, you need to find a way” Jaskier sighed, planting his face in the soft fur, rubbing his nose. “Till that moment you will sleep here in the living room, and he is going to come with me to bed.” Jaskier said, with a final little nod, before starting to get down of said plushie. “Now help me get down, and move this to our room, I need to rearrange few things” Ended, nearly face planting on the floor.
“Are you…?” Geralt asked, with one arm around Jaskier torso.
“Geralt now.” Jaskier hissed, straightening himself and storming into the bedroom ignoring Geralt grumbling behind him.
“I hate this.” Geralt sighed, took the plushie and started to drag it behind him.
“Well I love it.” Jaskier hissed from the other side of the door.
It’s going to be one hell of a week. Geralt sighed, grabbed the wolf and moved toward their shared room.
