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Re: white gull- it looks like when you make it in game, it's MADE by combining 3 alcohol drinks"Redanian Herbal, Mandrake Cordial, and Cherry Cordial" which you buy from innkeepers, per a gamersrant article. So I'd say that's why they decided it was alcohol for witchers!
That makes sense!
Hey you know that drinking game where you pass a playing card around a circle with your lips? You know how geralt and Jask are stupid? You think there's a kissing fic in there somewhere?
“Okay so you put the card on your lips like this,” Jaskier demonstrates, sucking in a little so the Gwent card goes flat against his mouth. He drops it back into his hand and smiles around the circle. “The goal is to pass it around the circle like that. If you drop it then you have to take a drink.”
“I like this game,” Aiden chimes from his seat beside the bard. The Wolves, Aiden, and Jaskier are staying at Kaer Morhen for the winter and Vesemir has been in bed for at least an hour. It’s prime hijinks time, and they’re sitting in a circle before the fireplace of the library. Eskel and Lambert had brought out some homemade liquor for Jaskier and a bit of White Gull for themselves.
The Cat Witcher takes the card from Jaskier confidently and holds it up to his mouth. “I’ll start.”
He passes it successfully to Lambert on his left, who passes it to Eskel, who drops it. “Take a shot!” Jaskier cheerfully instructs. Eskel takes a swig from the bottle of hallucinogen and grimaces.
“Alright, Eskel, now you try!”
The card makes it around twice successfully before Jaskier drops it and has to take a swig of liquor. He coughs and shakes his hair out of his watery, bright-blue eyes. “That’s going to put more hair on my chest.”
“Fuck me,” Eskel laughs. “There’s already too much!”
Jaskier thinks he hears Geralt mutter no there isn’t under his breath, but he’s probably just drunk and doing some wishful thinking. The card goes around again and this time Geralt drops it, but he drops it a hair’s breadth away from Jaskier’s already outstretched lips.
They crash together.
Geralt’s hands land on the floor on either side of Jaskier’s knee, angling their heads together almost naturally. The kiss doesn’t end immediately; they don’t jump away from each other in embarrassment at all. As Eskel, Aiden, and Lambert watch in a mixture of horror and fascination, Geralt’s left hand slowly lifts from the floor and cups at the side of Jaskier’s jaw, holding him in place.
Jaskier’s hand tangles in Geralt’s white hair and tug at the leather tie, trying to pull it loose.
“Okay, we’re just gonna...we’re just gonna go,” Aiden giggles, standing and tugging at the other two Wolves.
Jaskier and Geralt are not listening, too caught up in finally being together.
“Should we tell them that neither of them are drunk?” Eskel asks. Aiden shakes his head.
“Pretty sure they already know.”
Rubbish, senseless drivel...then I have no doubt that you understood each other perfectly well. Drivel is your specialty and I am further convinced of it every time you open your mouth. Do me a great favor and don't open it.
-Triss Merigold to Lambert, talking about Ciri, trances, and White Gull
The white gull potion/alcohol in the Witcher land tastes like sambuca and you cannot change my mind
