More Geraskier Daemon AU
It got long, sorry.
*Jaskier wears his personality like a theater mask. Bright, distracting and happy with no hint as to what really goes on underneath. The clever mind that picked up complex poetry and language with no outside help, the depth of love and kindness, the sheer breadth of feeling contained inside Jaskier; he hid it all from the world. He chose every day to be as people perceived him. A shallow, fun, silly, peacocking bard with no sense or sensibility.
*Geralt was as fooled as the rest of the world until he really paid attention the hulking Daemon that accompanied his bard.
*Lucjusz embodied the other side of Jaskier, the quiet, kind solemn part. The tender poets heart. The part that was happy to read and learn until school came with judicious application of a cane. He shows the part of Jaskier that is just as happy to marvel at the stars and the flowers as he is fine jewelry and clothes. The side that hurt and curled close when cruel words slashed at a tender belly.
*He was also really the only hint of how fucking deep Jaskier’s temper ran. The temper that was as well-hidden as the dagger in the bards boot. The only hint that Jaskier had and would kill if he had too. That Jaskier was always, always armed. How he could appear placid and meek until he gored you with 12 razor-sharp points or razor-sharp words or a razor-sharp knife.
*Geralt and Estera were both rather surprised when Jaskier slit the throat of one bandit and Lucjusz gored and trampled the other, both of the bandits Daemons collapsing into golden dust.
*They were less surprised when Jaskier then proceeded to vomit afterwards at the sight and scent of death.
*Jaskier was the one surprised when Geralt, stoic, taciturn, immovable Geralt, was the first of the two of them to touch the others Daemon.
*Sword roughened hands gently caressing Lucjusz velvet muzzle echoed on Jaskier’s cheek like a warm breath.
*Estera did not wait for Jaskier to touch her, she went to him. Rubbing her massive head against his side, imprinting her scent, Geralt’s scent on him.
* We all accept that Geralt has a scent kink, now add Estera and her bone deep need to have Jaskier and Lucjusz smell of them. Geralt may be uncomfortable with public affection but the shape of his soul has no fucks to give about the opinions of others. She is constantly marking the bard and the elk with her scent, THEIR scent.
*Geralt is quiet. Estera is not. Chuffs, rumbles, moans, growls and roars. She has gotten even noisier since the bard joined them. Because Jaskier does not give a rats ass about the social taboo of talking to someone else’s Daemon and even if she doesn’t talk back, she will respond in sounds. Kind of the way Roach does eventually.
*Estera is also absolutely shameless. She’s the biggest predator around, why should she care about what morons and prey animals think?
*The first time Geralt and Jaskier made love was more or less announced to the world at large by Estera.
“And finally he’s mating with the right person! Thank Melitele!” She looks at Yennefer “No offense, but the sexual tension was bound to attract a succubus at some point.”
*Yen just laughs her perky ass off, and is the first to lead the round of applause from the tavern when Geralt succeeds in making Jaskier scream loud enough that the town guard comes running.