My Domestica | My Bodyguard B...

By Aen_White

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Book 2 of the My Bodyguard series. Geralt and Jaskier re-meet in a way that no one could have guessed was to... More

Prologue
Chapter 2 | Saint
Chapter 3 | Mission
Chapter 4 | Ice
Chapter 5 | Dream
Chapter 6 | Sins
Chapter 7 |Cheek
Chapter 8 | Bites
Chapter 10 | Hauntings
Chapter 10 | Wake
Chapter 11 | Lambert
Chapter 12 | Becoming
Chapter 13 | Blood
Chapter 14 | Jewels
Chapter 15 | Winner
Chapter 16 | Family
Chapter 17 | Injured
Chapter 18 | Crosses
Chapter 19 | Questions
Chapter 20 | Intertwined
Chapter 21 | Reality
Chapter 22 | Caught
Chapter 23 | Haircut
Chapter 24 | Domestic
Chapter 25 | Memories
Chapter 26 | Stay-In
Chapter 27 | Identity
Chapter 28 | Again
Chapter 29 | Roadworks
Chapter 30 | Drives
Chapter 31 | Daughter
Chapter 32 | Dads
Chapter 33 | Pasta
Chapter 34 | Realizations
Chapter 35 | Once
Chapter 36 | Old
Chapter 38 | Ticking
Chapter 39 | Tongue-Tied
Chapter 39 | Deep
Chapter 40 | Lay
Chapter 41 | Ties
Chapter 42 | Tomato
Chapter 43 | Drop-Off
Chapter 44 | Scowls
Book 3

Chapter 1 | Destiny

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By Aen_White

Julian POV

It had not even fully reached winter yet, it was still in the beautiful season of autumn yet there were snowflakes starting to fall already. It was quite normal for these parts, the snow did get quite heavy in the wintertime.

Jaskier's hands were in his front pockets, his thumbs poking out. His nails were short now, ridged, no longer polished and shaped so harshly. He did clean under them though. That was something because of his job and old habits of hygiene. Some things just always stay. He wore a simple black jacket. It was thick, had wool inside, and waterproof outside but he did not bother to do it up seeming he was only walking two blocks.

The bar that he works at, Sweet Kiss, ran out of damn ice because the freezer out back broke down making everything turn to slush. The fact no one there dusts it or looks after it really apart from wiping it down sort of predicted it was going to happen sooner or later. He needed some foam from the store, check.

He had that already in a black plastic bag which was held up by the handles on Jaskiers forearm along with the receipt shoved inside. Now he just had to get some supplies for the men he worked with who said they'd buy him a snack if he went ahead and got some snacks for them.

Everyone had missed out on their morning break this morning, Tuesdays were usually busy like that. No particular reason, maybe it is just the social day. People order water or lemonades and such, more often than alcohol during the morning but night shifts, Jaskier's usual shift time, was filled with the same people who were drinking earlier, people who had switched from lemonades to shots and others were just night owls or got off work for the night.

So here Jaskier was, padding down the street with his black leather polished shoes which were designed to be especially waterproof, every barman had them due to it being work code they wear them, and the rest of the code was to wear black and white and don't look like a snob.

So Jaskier had black velvet-like pants, a simple white undershirt which allowed his chest hairs to freely spring up the top from it. Untamed and unkept yet still soft as ever. It seems that part of him stayed, even if he only used soap on his chest. Black suspenders clipped onto the velvet pants helped to make him look a little more classy but still, he was rough.

Which was his persona one could say when he was at the bar. There were two other bartenders who worked there. Mike and Jewels. Both were their way before him, married, and are actually the owners of the place. A lot of people who have their own businesses in this town decided to work and be in their own shops. Jaskier had heard lots about how Mike and Jewels built the place from the ground up.

Took a few summers as the winters were harsh and sometimes undid some of the work they had put into it, no matter what they did. But three summers and she was built, ready for action. It's the only town bar there is apart from one on the very very far side of town.

That was mainly targeted at people coming through though. It was more like a bar and less than a home though, especially compared to in here where it was always warm. Torches lit along the wall, mainly for the blackouts which happen more often than not due to the town being so far away from any other place. It's not a rich town either, but the people all help one another and are accepting even if they don't agree.

As Jaskier thought of the town and rolled his eyes internally at the two back at the bar, he slid his hand out of his pocket and ruffled it against his stubby chin, not helping but letting the right side of his mouth tug up slightly at the corner of his lips.

He wondered how he was. He always did every now and again. But there was no point dwelling on it. Yet here he was with a stubby beard, longer than the white-haired man's one that he used to be so young with.

Even though it was months ago, it feels like years upon years. With one last ruffle of the light beard, he extended his hand to the supermarket doorway. Automatically opening one's were too difficult with the snow. They open for no reason and all sorts. Plus the summers here are hot so they keep the door open.

Jaskier walked forwards, long hair that parted in the middle and went down to just under his jaw shifted against his face that it was framing and hiding. He walked down the snack aisle. He reached it, walking down before stopping as he looked for his requested items.

He found them, placing them in a small black basket he picked up subconsciously on the way in and searched for which snack he wanted. Ideally, he was looking for teddy shaped cookies that were chocolate chip flavored. He found them to be his new personal favorite.

Behind him was the Isle for drinks. Fizzy, water, energy drinks, and such but he was sure he wouldn't need any of that. They had whisky at the bar, that was all he needed if he was drinking anything other than water.

Geralt POV

Geralt was cold. Alright, he was always cold. He didn't mind it. But it was only autumn, and it was already snowing in this cursed town. They were close to the mountains, he knew, and that explained the weather. Didn't mean he liked it any better.

But Ciri had been downright begging him to come here, and her friend's family had wanted her to tag along. Geralt had been out of a job for the past two weeks and so he had agreed. He could at least get in contact with some new people here, see if anyone was looking for a hand with odd jobs. Frankly, anything was better than going back to southern California, where he had been for his last client. It had only been for three weeks, but they'd been some of Ciri's first back at school. And it had been hot, humid, and generally unpleasant. He disliked the heat, was even less fond of humidity.

He wore only a light, black windbreaker over his normal clothing. His pants and combat books were designed for all-weather, and while his shirt was thin, the jacket was over it. Not that the jacket did much but keep the snow from melting into his skin. He ran a slightly higher temperature than most people, a side effect of what Witcher Corps had done to him.

Ciri was with her friend now. Geralt was exhausted and just glad she had someone. Since his break-up with Yennefer and what had happened with Renfri and Jaskier, Geralt had felt more alone than ever. He was glad that the bright spot in his life was happy. Well, the human bright spot. Roach had accompanied them to this place, and he was holding onto her leash now.

He (read: Ciri) had a craving for a cheap, microwave meal tonight. Her friend's parents cooked well, but sometimes frozen pizza was what you needed. He had to wonder if she had asked for it for her benefit or for his.

Either way, he had walked to the supermarket with Roach. The German Shepard padded diligently at his side, watching the snow around them with quiet curiosity.

When he reached the front door, Geralt stopped. He wound Roach's leash around his wrist further, shortening how much slack she had. He didn't explicitly know if dogs were allowed inside, but it was snowing out and he couldn't exactly leave her- ah. There. A sign hung up in the front window, saying that dogs were indeed allowed in. Geralt opened the door, a blast of somewhat warmer air hitting him. His white hair, which he'd grown out an inch or two, was tucked up under a black beanie. He considered taking it off, then mentally rolled his eyes. He'd only be a moment, and it was still cold inside.

Geralt walked inside, looking around. "Heel," he muttered to Roach, and she obeyed. "Good girl," he murmured. She chuffed once as if to agree, then kept padding along beside him. Her nails clicked against the floor of the store.

Geralt made his way to the frozen food aisles, idly glancing down the others as he passed them. There weren't many other people in the store, just one rather pregnant woman and a scruffy-looking man with jaw-length hair and a light beard. He was holding a black basket. Geralt kept walking, finding the aisle he wanted.


Julian POV

Jaskier's eyes moved along the shelf. One thing he missed about the big city was the fact that nothing was organized and was just thrown in a rough category on a shelf. Which to be honest, it made it feel more homely so he could not complain too much.

He ran his finger along the pricing area along the bottom of the shelf, examining each product before making a small "ah huh!" in success as he picked up two bags of the Teddy mini cookies and plopped them in the basket. He turned around, giving a small glance to the drinks shelf behind him before shaking his head. But wasn't his money, they didn't ask for anything to drink.

Instead, he turned on his heel, the heels of his shoes making a deep tap. If he were who he was many many moons ago then perhaps it would've been light. But the new broadness of his shoulders and muscle that he had gained to change his physical appearance changed his weight, creating a heavier clunk on the ground.

Jaskier headed towards the checkout, giving the elderly woman a smile who works there, a small name badge "Marie" was pinned onto her uniform, the white capital letters harsh against the black background. He gave her a warm smile and she returned it. They weren't very close, but still, she cared for him like a grandson, and Jaskier's heart just melted at that.

"Hello deary, good to see you again." the woman's voice spoke, quiet against the background music of old 60's jazz which came from her computer. Jaskier didn't blame her, what else was she to do? It could get quite lonely, especially in winters so he makes her stop by the bar and pick up some warm soup seeming she walks past it every day to go home anyways.

"Where else would I be, love? This town has got my heart, I feel I may not be leaving for a long time," he spoke as he chuckled lightly and placed his stuff up for her onto the counter. She instantly started to get to work, she wasn't fast but still, she worked at a good pace.

She told him the amount and he passed cash over to her with a small smile, he couldn't smile too much or else his features could be properly read as being Jaskiers original looks.

"Have you been sleeping well, eating alright? You know this is not the healthiest," she said with a slight tease in her voice as she passed back over his change.

"It's just for the two troublemakers, Gran. Plus you can't talk much with you in wintertime," he said with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk as she rolled her eyes at him.

Geralt POV

Geralt opened the freezer door, hearing the familiar soft hiss of the padding and hinges. He selected two of the pizzas at random, not really caring. Ciri had her preferences but he also knew, from experience, she would eat just about anything put in front of her. This included hands, as Geralt had found out one memorable occasion. He and Ciri still joked about it sometimes. Yennefer hadn't been there. This had been a moment just the two of them shared.

He clutched the boxes in one hand and Roach's leash in the other. She passed alongside him, tongue out and panting slightly, as he began walking towards the checkout lanes. He saw that there was only one open and that the scruffy man from earlier was there, cheerily conversing with the woman scanning his items.

Geralt made his way over, getting into line behind the man. Roach sniffed the stranger curiously, nosing at his leg. Geralt muttered an apology and took a firmer grip on the leash. He tugged Roach a little closer to him, and she obeyed, nudging his leg now. He set his items down on the end of the conveyor belt and crouched ran his free hand through Roach's fur. It managed to be both soft and coarse at the same time, and her body was warm beneath his fingers. Geralt wasn't wearing his gloves currently, not having thought to bring them when he walked to the store. He looked up from where he was crouching down, watching the stranger seeing if he was angry about Roach. Geralt rose back to his feet after a few more runs down Roach's coat and an affectionate pat to her neck.

Julian POV

Jaskier smiled as he lifted up his plastic bag, placing in the few snacks he had gotten so he wouldn't have to trouble Gran into putting it away for him.

"Okay okay, we both need to look after ourselves more," he said before he felt a figure move next to him in the line. He didn't look as he was busy packing away the bags.

"I think we can agree on that." the elderly lady said with a light chuckle, moving Geralts items down the conveyor belt.

Jaskier had his two snacks to put into the bag before he felt something on his leg and a mumbled apology which.. Jesus christ that voice. His mind must just be playing tricks on him. He smiled as he looked down at the beautiful german shepherd at the stranger's feet.

"Oh, it's perfectly okay. She's a beaut." he said as he looked at her before noticing the hands in the fur. He tried his best not to frown and swallowed lightly as his eyes followed the stranger's hand and up to his arms and to his face.

Jaskier's breath caught in his throat. How the fuck of all places was Geralt here. That damn hair and deep voice. Jaskier just wanted to embrace him. He went to smile before he stopped himself. Geralt can't know. Ciri had to be kept safe along with Geralt. Jaskier's own voice was less expressive as it used to be and deepened quite a fair amount. Jaskier looked so différant, hopefully, Geralt didn't recognize who Jaskier was. His mind flashed back to the conversation they had on if he would remember him or not. At that time they were in each other's arms, gently embraced.

Jaskier came back to reality as he watched Geralt stand up. Their height difference was still the same. Their shoes both having a layer of thickness under them so they were as they would be if they were barefoot.

Jaskier eyes went to move from Geralts face but, just once. Just one look. Then he'll turn and walk away but he wanted to see his eyes. Those citrine eyes he sings about at least three times a week in the bar. He kept himself composed on the outside, inside was a different story.


Geralt POV

Geralt grunted quietly in the stranger's acceptance of his apology. He looked down at Roach again before meeting the stranger's eyes. They were a brilliant, piercing sky blue, a color such as Jaskier's that it momentarily gave Geralt pause. He let his eyes roam over the rest of the stranger's face briefly, but the beard and hair hid and blurred things. He didn't look much like Jaskier apart from his eyes. Many people had blue eyes. Geralt told himself he was imagining things out of grief. He had long since accepted he was in mourning. Some of Yennefer's departing words had given him that much, at least.

"...and your sorry ass can bugger off then! You're too wrapped up in mourning your dead clients that you miss what's right under your nose!"

Geralt was a bit taller than the stranger. But then, Geralt was taller than a lot of people. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, frowning slightly as the stranger's eyes lingered on his face. Geralt watched right back, taking in the brilliant blue that brought a hollow ache to his heart.

Julian POV

Jaskier watched as Geralt took out his wallet. Oh that expression, that look. That broody yet lost puppy look, he still had it. Stronger now than ever before actually. Jaskier realized his eyes must've stayed staring into the Amber ones for too long and tore his gaze away from them and back to Gran. He gave a nod to her and picked up his bag, walking out of the shop with a normal "Stop by the bar later on, Marie !" he said on his way out, waving before turning on his heel and walking as normal as possible out.

"I will, now go get back to work and stop slacking off," she said with a half hearted laugh, shooing him out the door.

Jaskier walked fast but normal until he got onto the street and out of view of the shop windows and ran. He ignored the slip on the ground made by the ice compacted into the ground. He ran hard, fell on his ass twice but he ran back to the bar and shook off everything, continuing with his normal daily routine. God's. God's Geralt was here. He didn't recognize him. He could run that in his face in his own mind but one good thing came from all this. It meant Geralt was safe and alive. His heart clenched, beating harder than it had since they said goodbye in the car. He walked into the bar and got to work, ignoring the events but a small smile stayed on his lips.

Geralt POV

Geralt watched the interaction between the woman, who had been called Marie, and the stranger Roach had nudged. The man with the bright blue eyes that were painful for him to look at. The bar had been mentioned. Geralt could only assume they meant the town one, not the one that seemed to be made for passerby. Geralt was silent as he paid for his items and took his chance. He gripped the handles of the bag in one hand and Roach's leash in the other.

When he reached outside again, the snow was being blown by a slight wind. It flew directly into his eyes, sticky white flakes clinging to his eyelashes. Geralt narrowed his eyes and pressed on. Ciri's friend's house wasn't hard to find. It was on the outskirts of town and was large. It was maybe a fifteen-twenty minute walk from the supermarket.

Geralt walked on until he reached it. He let himself in and kicked off his boots. Leaving them neatly by the door, he walked into the kitchen and deposited the pizzas there. He could hear murmured laughter around him if he concentrated. He decidedly didn't, instead of transferring the frozen food to the freezer. He snapped out the bag a clue of times to fill the inside with air and smooth out the crinkles. He smoothed it further and folded it, tucking a neat plastic rectangle into a pocket. You never knew. Now that he was out of a job, he was only on the small weekly pay he got from the Corps for being an employee at all. As soon as he could find a client, he would.

Renfri.. Renfri was raw, and the pain but into his chest. He braced both hands against the counter, a small amount of hair spilling from under his hat to fall into his face. She had wounded him, and deeply, but it had been his fault. His fault and her blood. Her blood staining his hands. He hadn't gotten to bury her. The stories of the 'Butcher of Blaviken' had haunted him everywhere. No one wanted to hire him.

Julian POV

Jaskier didn't mind the place. He liked it. Homely and everyone was friendly, even the grumpy ones. Life was smooth until now. Geralt was here. Why the fuck he was here Jaskier had no idea and it was driving his mind absolutely crazy. The man was supposed to have nothing to do with him. Sure, he could say they bonded over both speaking Polish in the bar or from roach sniffing his leg. He had opening points as to how they knew each other but Geralt had been associated with Jaskier as Jaskier. Whoever was after him, he still wasn't sure who could use that against Geralt. Use it against Ciri.

It still would be too dangerous, no matter how much he wanted Geralt back or to be with him. Hell, he honestly just wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him he is okay, everything will be alright but even Geralt can't know who Jaskier really is. That Jaskier is actually Jaskier. God's it's all getting a bit rattling in his brain. He let out a sigh as he wiped down the last few bits of the tables that no one was sitting at. The hour had quietened although Jaskier knew it wasn't for long. Give it an hour and the place will be packed with people once again. It had been a week since he last saw Geralt.

He had been purposely trapping himself in the bar, making sure not to go out as much as he could help it. He was torn, trying to decide. Fuck, Geralt would probably click everything together when he learned Jaskier now goes by Irys. He didn't change the name. And he knew polish.

Geralt is not that stupid as to not notice and click things together. Maybe he could say things and get Geralt to know without directly telling him. That could work. He kept fighting internally over the days as they passed. At least Geralt had not come to the bar yet.

Geralt POV 

Outside. Sometimes Ciri accompanied him. Sometimes it was just him. Other times, he took Roach with him. The people there didn't seem to mind, he'd actually gotten quite a few friendly, curious reactions. Not hostile glares, though he hadn't been free from those.

His reputation had fallen fast. No one wanted to hire him. The Corps hadn't fired him, but he was on probation. Another mistake and chances were he'd be dealt with. The Corps didn't take to just firing, not when former employees held their secrets. He would be watched and be controlled. They knew about Ciri, and he knew that Vesemir worried she distracted him from work. Geralt had taken her in all the same.

It was cold out, but not unbearable. He still wore only the thin windbreaker and the black beanie. Ciri had picked it out for him.

He wouldn't be seeing her for the next few days. The friend's family they had come here with, Dara's, was going camping with her for that time. They would be heading up a little way into the mountains. Geralt was staying behind, watching the house and Roach. He'd also spent enough time living in the woods recently.

Julian POV

Jaskier kept his routine the same as usual. Most of the time he was only put down for the night shift at Sweet Kiss but he preferred to stay there as much as he could. It was his comfort space. People stopped by to talk to him, paying for drinks, the water of course was free. It was good for business, helped out the people a lot and in return, the business gave back with shows and plays put on by the children of the town in the bar stage. As long as they weren't drinking and people were limited in drinks they could have during it, it was perfectly alright. They made rules of two maximum. However, when there were no events, there were stand up comedy shows. There was one time where the girl who usually does it, Sarah, she fell ill. So instead they all came and went around the room of the pub telling jokes. The latest thing was they were hoping to get a pool table. It was on its way here at the moment. Should be here before winter.

He cleaned the tables, interacted, mainly just lived life while he was there. He served basic drinks and was still learning on the side how to make drinks as an apprentice under Mike. They took him in under their wing when he first came here. He had no money, no life. Was confused and god forbid he says it but he was heartbroken.

He stayed with them before managing to pay for an apartment, contract, and all created so every month he pays a fair sum of money. If anything, he'd say it was underpaid but they are grateful for the life he brought back into the town and the companionship that was brung back together. Mainly older people, around 25 to 35 were the most common to come in but of course, the old ducks were in too. And they've made some events child friendly to include the whole community. Schools around here worked hard and did enough as it was anyways. It was a small school though. The small number of people. Kaedwin was large, yes but most of the towns were in separate small ones, a while from each other.

The place where they lived was referred to as Southside. Very creative, he knows. Jaskier liked it here though. It was small but not too small. There was mainly one of each thing. Grocery store, library, pub, school, etc. The other pub was technically on the Westside which once again, very creative.

Geralt POV

It was snowing a bit harder tonight. There was a thin layer of white on the ground, melting slowly. It had only been a few days, maybe the majority of a week, since he had arrived in Southside. He'd spent most of that time wandering through the edges of the nearby woods, doing what Ciri described as 'moping.' In reality, he was thinking.

He could have saved them. He knew he could have. Renfri hadn't been died at the hands of the men chasing her. With Jaskier, the details were unclear and Geralt didn't have all of them, but he could have protected the man. Could have stayed with him instead of taking the reassignment. The Corps would have been unhappy with him, but it was within his right to do so.

It was a decent time of night, maybe nine. People had finished their final meal of the day and now were spending time before bed. The bar was a center of activity, Geralt had found through his observations. It was also too painful a reminder of that last night. The one that had gone haywire.

He should have walked out first. He should have caught the man before he shot. He should have predicted things wouldn't go according to plan. Geralt knew what had happened, and why, but it had still been his job to prevent it.

So now, for some unknown reason, he had decided to leave Roach to her own devices for a couple hours and make his way over to the bar. Sweet Kiss, he thought it was called. An odd name, he supposed, but it didn't bother him.

He wore the same thing he had the entire time he had been in town, hair tucked up under the beanie both for warmth and to help to hide it. Contacts and hair dye was really all he needed, and he'd probably resort to that soon, but not yet. He wondered if word of what he had done had reached Kaedwin yet. No doubt it had. Witcher Corps was well enough known that what Geralt had done would be known far and wide.

His boots crunched over the light snow that littered the ground. He tugged open the door to the bar, a wave of heat hitting him as he walked inside. The door swung shut quietly behind him.

Julian POV

Jaskier was serving at the bar, seven people were seated every few seats, some couples sitting by others and some drinking alone.

The air smelt of alcohol and a sort of winter spice. The candles in the center of each table lit up lightly explained the scent. The torches along the wall were lit, condensation on the windows that were fogged up. One could easily run their hand over it to see outside but there wasn't any point when everyone was quite happy inside and conversing with each other.

There was no Television, no point seeming the reception was always shit out here and you'd be lucky if you caught a channel. Instead for nights that sports were on, they would grab an old rusty looking radio and move it to one of the two stations that actually worked. One was the sports announcements for horse racing, the other was called 'twilight romance' which was a music station with 60s based music, the same music that the woman listened to in the store. It was dancing music but most were too busy talking or they all sang their own drinking songs. Tonight so far there had not been any drinking songs, in face Jaskier had not sung a drinking song at all since he knew Geralt was back. But the others had quite happily filled up their time doing it on their own.

He was wiping down the bar where he slid drinks across, a few tables were filled with families, no one under the age of 18. All had a drink in hand and their dinner plates long gone to the outback.

The music on the radio was playing lightly, a sort of swing jazz song currently playing as he heard the mini bell go off that alerts when someone enters or leaves the room.

Jaskier looked up. "Heya!" he called out to the newcomer, not looking up to see who was, thinking it was just another of the locals.

An older-looking man who was drinking on his own quickly ordered another Beer and Jaskier got onto it, moving fast with the clean cloth he used to clean the counter being half stuffed into his pocket.

Geralt POV 

There had been a stretch of time where Geralt drank on and off. Tonight was an off night. He wasn't here for alcohol. He was merely seeking the company of others to drown out his thoughts. Two people Geralt had lost had been able to do that, to quiet the noises in his head. But he'd left them, and then they'd left him.

He wouldn't admit it, but a small part of him was hoping to catch sight of the man he had run into a few days previously at the supermarket. To see his brilliant blue eyes again once more, eyes that reminded him so closely of the broken blue ones of Jaskier.

He nodded a hello to the man who had called out a greeting, not looking up. He kept his hat on, aware it might be rude. If anyone called him on it, he'd say something about still being a bit cold, and then take it off. He wasn't actually cold, particularly now that he was inside, but no one else needed to know that.

Geralt navigated his way through the tables of people, moving silently and trying not to disturb anyone. He reached the bar part of the room, taking a seat on one of the open stools towards the end of it.

Julian POV

Jaskier turned around and gave the man his beer. His name was Bert, he was a good lad. Quiet. Talked occasionally of his wife who left him for a man who was half his age. It was difficult but it was many many years ago. He just never recovered. He was the only one behind the bar currently. The two owners were outback for dinner and with the amount of time, it was taking he was assuming they meant more than just-food. Which was fine, none of his business anyway.

He looked up seeing the newcomer just as they seated. And... Of course. Of course. Fucking destiny- his thought was interrupted as he smacked his foot into the bottom of the bar and let a curse out loud. Really destiny? He said mentally as he straightened his shoulders back and walked over to Geralt who was sitting on the last stool, giving him a tiny smile. It took everything not to break into a damn grin. At least his beard would hide any blush that may threaten to creep upon him. His stomach though. He'd had butterflies before. But now he had an entire fucking zoo stuck in there stampeding around, his heart slightly in his ears.

"Ah hello! You must be the man with the dog from a while back. What can I get you then good sir? Is it sir or a name?" he asked, ensure his deep didn't have too much enthusiasm in it as his former voice did. It took his everything for his hands not to fiddle but he knew, it would give it away.

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