After having a bad dream Jaskier finds comfort in Geralt's room for the night. Upon neither of them showing to breakfast the next morning Eskel is sent to wake Geralt, You won't believe what happens next
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Geralt hadn't fully drifted off into the throws of sleep before he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and the door to his room creek open. He didn't need to open his eyes to recognize the scent of parchment and chamomile but did croak open one eye when he felt hesitation and the smell stay where it was, waiting at the door.
"Jaskier?" Geralt asked, half rolling over and fully opening his eyes. The bard was waiting in the half opened doorway, looking nervous and a bit pale.
"Sorry." He said, starting to shut the door and leave. "I-... I shouldn't-"
"What's wrong?" Geralt asked, sitting up. Focusing in on Jaskier Geralt could feel his heartbeat quicken, he could also smell sweat, tears, and the sour scent of fear and he prayed it wasn't him that had pulled that feeling from the bard.
"It's nothing." Jaskier insisted, opening the door a bit more and hesitating once again. "I... just... hadabaddream..."
"What?" Geralt asked.
"I can't sleep." Jaskier blurted out, feeling that being unable to sleep was more dignified than a petty little bad dream. "Could I... stay with you?" Jaskier was prepared to be laughed out of the room but when Geralt waved him over and threw the sheets off the opposite side of the bed, Jaskier felt a wave of relief and lighter than air as he hurried-but not too quickly- to the bed.
It was warm and the pillows smelled like Geralt, his heart skipped a beat when the Witcher made sure the blankets were pulled up and fully covering Jaskier's back, he could have melted when Geralt wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close to his chest.
"Bad dream?" Geralt asked, eyes shut and voice heavy with sleep already. Jaskier sighed and rested a hand against Geralt's chest.
"... Yeah." He said softly.
"I'd be worried if it wasn't, after what you've gone through." Geralt started rubbing small arches between Jaskier's shoulder blades with his thumb. It was the most contact Jaskier had had all week and the most intimate touch he had felt in a long time. Sleep fell upon him soon after and his body sank into the witcher's as if it were made to fit him.
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Eskel had finished eating and Lambert was on his second plate when it was decided Eskel would be the one to poke the bear. There was no sign of the bard anywhere and that was not unusual as he tended to sleep in most days and eat whatever was left for him whenever he decided to wake. Geralt on the other hand, it was unusual for him to not be the first to rise, and with the Bard nowhere to be seen and not a sound from Geralt, the witchers and Yennefer decided that Ciri, though more than willing to do so, should not be the one to go and fetch either of them.
So here he was, Eskel, trudging up the stairs and preparing himself mentally to see his brother in a more than compromising position. But approaching the room Eskel heard... nothing. Focusing in and looking for breathing or heartbeats or... other sounds, all he heard was the synchronized rhythms of two hearts at rest. Good news for him at least and Eskel felt a bit more comfortable in opening his brother's door. When he did, the sight that lay before him knocked the wind out of his lungs and froze him to the spot in shock.
Geralt and Jaskier were lying in bed, blankets wrapped tightly around their bodies. Jaskier was curled up into a loose ball and Geralt was wrapped tightly around his back. Head resting on the bard's shoulder blades, legs tucked under Jaskier's like a seat, one arm cradling the man’s chest while the other rested under the bard's head like a pillow. Both their faces were so soft, relaxed and deep in sleep. Neither of them made a sound nor twitched a muscle. It was like watching two puppies curled together, only one of the puppies happened to be an incredibly deadly witcher that would surely not hesitate to try and take Eskel's head off.
All around it was the softest and most relaxed Eskel had ever seen his brother and he couldn't believe his eyes. As silently as he came, Eskel left and tiptoed his way downstairs before rushing back to the dinning hall.
"Lambert! Vesemir! Fuckit- Witch, Ciri! You have to see this!"
With the population of Kaer Morhen following him Eskel led the group back up to Geralt's room and cracked open the door, making sure the two were just as he had left them. They were and Eskel made room for the others to witness this most unbelievable of sights.
Ciri was not nearly as interested or dumbfounded as Lambert and Vesemir were and she left with a "gross" and an eyeroll. Yennefer was soon to follow after a twinge of jealousy shot into her heart like an arrow, but the witcher's stayed for a moment longer.
Knowing Geralt for somewhere close to a century, none of the witchers had ever seen him quite so... small looking. Never seen him with his guard entirely dropped or his face so entirely soft. Added to the sight was that none of them had ever seen Geralt hold someone like he was Jaskier, covering the man's body like a shield and the two of them fitting together like a finished puzzle box.
Lambert had to cover his mouth to stop his laughing and Eskel felt the overwhelming urge to scream in panic and ruin the scene. But Vesemir felt a swell of joy so powerful it could almost make a man like himself cry. He was beyond elated that one of his witchers- one of his boys could find such rest, such comfort in their life. Felt so elated that Geralt, one of his most standoffish, intimating, anti-social pups could be won over by a bubbly little bard and allow himself the luxury of momentary peace and happiness as he was now.
Vesemir was well aware of his other boy's reactions to the scene and was counting on one of them to yell or some other way scare either Geralt or Jaskier and destroy the moment entirely. With a firm grip Vesemir hauled both witcher's out by the back of their collars and all but pushed them down the stairs before taking one last pleased look at Geralt and Jaskier and silently shutting the door behind him.
