Bringing Back Slutty Waist Rain And Some Rulti Spice Below The Cut [slight But Not Explicit NSFW]

Dew with darker limbs or siamese markings, just a burnt marshmallow

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jaskier has known geralt for so long that he can read him like a book. he’s memorized every shift in his posture, knows what it means when he flexes his fingers or taps his foot on the floor or his mouth twitches almost imperceptibly

and over the years, he’s become very familiar with interpreting geralt’s emotive hmm’s, down to every inflection and lilt in his tone, even though nobody else knows what on earth is going on 

someone asks geralt for a favor at an obscure bar

geralt, emotionless: hmm

jaskier, not even bothering to look up from his food: he said no

a drunk rando: look, the butcher of blaviken!

geralt: hmm

jaskier, taking a sip of his drink: i suggest you run

ciri: geralt, can you help me with this?

geralt, in another room: hmm

jaskier, in yet another room: he’ll be right there!

jaskier, strumming a new tune on his lute: how does this sound?

geralt: hmm

jaskier: yeah, i like it too

in the middle of an argument

jaskier: are you even listening?

geralt: hmm

jaskier: oh - you - how dare - don’t even start -

sometimes they have entire conversations where it’s just jaskier rambling, pausing briefly so geralt can go hmm, before he goes right? that’s exactly what i thought, and everyone else around them is completely baffled because how the hell does he understand him?

it gets to the point where people immediately look to jaskier to translate when geralt is being particularly unresponsive

(bonus)

jaskier: what are we gonna do once we get back to the inn?

geralt: hmm

jaskier, letting out a scandalized gasp: geralt, save it for the bedroom!

I like that Kate Lethbridge-Stewart apparently just goes through the Doctor's old contacts list, rings them up, and offers them a job

dew’s constant mission is to be everyones problem

(also mountaindew size diff bc y not)

Dewdrop: I have a question for you Aether: Yes, I'd cry if you died Aether: Yes, I‘m sure I'd still love you if you turned into a worm Aether: And yes, I will always be madly in love with you Aether: No, I don't want to break our bond Dewdrop: ..... Dewdrop: Thank you

Thinking about Cirrus when they get back from tour...

Skipping out on the return festivities, shutting herself in her room. Alone for the first time in weeks, and she fully just deflates and slinks into bed. Exhausted doesn't even begin to describe it, like every bit of her is made of lead. Poor girl is worn to the bone, and finally being home it hits her and she crumbles under the stress she'd been shrugging off.

Aether finds her after seeing an empty seat at dinner, laying silent in the dark. Curled up, clutching her pillow, she looks small and fragile. It breaks his heart. He sits on the edge of her bed and asks if she's okay, her shrug is as noncommittal as it gets. Asks if he can stay, and her nod is weak but certain.

He lays next to her, pulls her in tight to his chest and buries his face in her hair. Cirrus nearly melts into him, sighing shakily, arm thrown around him clutching the back of his shirt to make sure he doesn't go anywhere. She breathes him in, hides her face in his chest, and everything spills out. It's muffled and muddled by her tears but it still jabs at his heart all the same.

"It wasn't the same without you."

"I couldn't hold us together like you did."

"I was so scared to fail them."

"I can't lead them."

"I'm going to let you down."

And Aether just holds her tighter, even closer, he thinks she might just find a way to climb into his ribs so they never have to part again.

He tells her how he'd have never asked this of her if he didn't think she could. They all respect her, love her, trust her - as does he. Aether reminds her that she brought them all home to him, kept them in one piece, guided the fresh summons...No easy task, but she managed, and he's beyond proud of her. Most importantly, she kept Dew and Swiss from getting in some sort of legal trouble which was the hardest part of the job.

As if to get closer, their tails entwine and she lets out a half sob half laugh and sniffles.

He kisses her head and reminds her for the hundredth time since she walked through the door that he missed her.

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