of a witcher and his kitten.
a continuation of this. For Day 7 of @witcher-bows-and-arrows ‘s event: Bliss. wc: 633
“Geralt, I seem to have lost the ribbon on my doubl—”
“Shhhhhhh!” Geralt cuts Jaskier off before he has a chance to finish, his index finger pressed to his lips for emphasis.
Just when the bard is about to protest, he glares at him once more and gestures down to his lap.
Curled up a tiny orange ball lies a kitten, fast asleep with the tip of his tail hanging off Geralt’s leg. The Witcher stares at it in adoration before looking back up to find Jaskier observing him with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” he whispers, careful not to disturb the ball of fur.
“Geralt, it’s a cat,” Jaskier begins but significantly lowers the volume of his voice when he receives another death stare. “It won’t die from the sound of my voice.”
Geralt smirks. “I’m sure Valdo Marx would beg to differ.” And before Jaskier has a chance to get offended, he adds: “The little guy is exhausted. He’s only now settled down and I don’t want you disturbing him.”
Jaskier does puff out his chest and frowns at him, but he seems to understand that this is a battle he can’t win and stays silent.
“Look at him,” Geralt says and signals the bard to come closer. Jaskier crouches down next to the chair he is sitting on and the Witcher smugly notices the grin on his face as he looks at the kitten.
“He’s so tiny!” Jaskier exclaims, inching forward so that he is at eye level with the feline. “Do we even know if it’s a ‘he‘?”
Geralt nods. “Yes, he is big enough that you can tell. I reckon he is about 6 weeks old. Thank god we found him.”
Jaskier grabs the Witcher’s hand and presses a soft kiss to its knuckles.
“And you want to keep him? Are you sure that we are going to be able to take care of him?”
Geralt smiles and reaches out to run his fingers over Jaskier’s cheek. His stomach flutters when the bard leans into his touch. What a lucky man he is.
“Anything is better than the side of the road, especially when he is still too young to hunt for himself. He is going to be just fine.”
He pauses and looks down at the kitten. Their kitten.
“That’s why I named him Dandelion. Able to prosper anywhere and impossible to get rid of, much like a certain someone I know.” Jaskier chuckles and gently boxes him in the side.
“You ass. How can you be such a sap and still insult me in the same sentence?”
Carefully, the bard brushes his hand over Dandelion’s fur. Apart from a soft Mrrrp he doesn’t get a reaction, the kitten undisturbed by his touch.
“I didn’t think a cat could look this happy and content. Though I don’t blame him, your lap is a truly wonderful place for a nap. I suppose I will have to learn to share it.”
At that, Dandelion shifts and stretches, revealing his neck and the piece of blue ribbon wrapped around it.
Jaskier gives Geralt a pointed look, but the Witcher grins, feigning innocence.
“You thief!” he says, but there is no anger to his voice.
He inspects the make-shift collar before determining: “I guess that will do. For now. My love, you cannot call a cat ‘Dandelion’ and then have it run around wearing a blue ribbon! I shall go to the market tomorrow and see if I can find a yellow one. Oh! Maybe I can have them make a custom one with some embroidery...”
Geralt has to suppress a laugh as he listens to Jaskier ramble on and on about possible ribbon-option. And to think he was ever worried about the bard not accepting this new addition to their family.
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