Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Darlin', don't you Stand there watching, won't you Come and save me from it?

Don’t mind him, he’s just sitting at the bar, drinking away his feelings.

Throws a pebble at @battlesandscars from the bushes.

Stares at @scarsandbattles from across the tavern. He’s intrigued…

Cue an echoing eerie giggle. Followed by another pebble being thrown.

Oh that smile… he certainly wasn’t expecting that. He smiles back, pushing up from his table and crossing to sit across from the Witcher. “Hello, darling, I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting, quite yet. Jaskier the bard.” He trills, extending a hand to Eskel.

“Yes, Geralt?” He calls back, sneaking through the underbrush to get a better vantage point. To throw another pebble that is.

// I think it’s about time for a new layout, time to go spend a stupid amount of time on one

He’s still very angry at ⋆ ࣪ ˖ 𝙂𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙇𝙏 .ᐟ ु ˎˊ˗. He hopes he knows that. One silly little sorry isn’t going to fix what he did.

Bumps into Valdo Marx.

// time for another night of projecting through my characters

He wants to climb him like a tree.

Remember me, love, when I'm reborn As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

Trying to forget harsh words is so much harder that ever before… He used to just let insults roll off his back, but now, it seems that they all just… are stored up in his head and replay at the worst moments.

Is he surprised?

Good. Because it’s the truth. He’s known it since he first laid eyes on him.

He’s relieved to hear that, considering he’s quite attached to Eskel as well.

Duly noted. Here he is, tucking himself quite snugly against the Witcher’s chest.

Agreed, much better. He can’t help but burrow further into that burly chest.