@jaskier-dandelion sent [ cover ]
[ cover ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket
It’s been quite a while since Geralt has had a comfortable place to lay. A bed, some good food. Sometimes, the life of a Witcher can be difficult, sometimes it is restless, and there are many sleepless nights.
Dandelion seems to have slept just fine, surprising considering how he’s used to having a bed, and many nights Geralt had stayed awake, to protect the man from any danger that may come their way. He doesn’t mind it, he’s had many sleepless nights before.
But, now that he’s in the comfortable room, as soon as his head had hit the bed he had passed out. Exhaustion had finally taken over, he doesn’t even remove his armor, which if he hadn’t been so tired, would have been extremely comfortable.
Jaskier must have come to check on him (it’s not like Geralt to stay in one place at one time), he must have not realized how tired he was. He’s not even under blankets and there’s a draft within the room, though Geralt doesn’t appear to be cold.
However, the blanket is draped across the peacefully sleeping Witcher. It does stir him awake, though. He’s a light sleeper, he sort of has to be in his line of work. Golden eyes slowly flutter open, a sleepy hum of questioning leaving his body as Dandelion’s face comes into view.
Is still sleepy, still on the verge of drifting back off to sleep. How long that’ll last, he doesn’t know, but he’s still so exhausted. “How long was I out?” It’s muttered sleepily, just barely managing to get his voice above a whisper - words spoken as if he’s going to get up soon. He’s not, he doesn’t have the energy yet.
