We're leaving Murky Waters today ... inspired by the Netflix-series, with one (almost) direct quote.


The water landed on the witcher's head with a splash, washing the bloody leftovers of the monster from his hair.

As usual oblivious to the peeved glare of Geralt, Jaskier smuttered on blithely.

" ... course we are friends! Or do you usually just let strangers rub chamomile onto your lovely bottom?"

He ignored the witcher's growl and kneeled right next to the bath tub.

Rested his arms on the edge of it and nosed closer; closer and closer to the witcher, who sat naked in the warm water.

Geralt looked in the vivid blue eyes of Jaskier's, idolising him soulful and pleading.

He felt his resistance melt against his will.

Jaskier took a breath and his heart jumped with surprise as the witcher's big hand touched his neck and pulled him slowly closer.

Closer, and closer to those amber eyes, to those slightly open lips.

A smile spread on Geralt's face ...

Snappy, he plunged the head of the bard, still having him by the neck, relentlessly under water.

He jerked him up immediately and let the gasping, absolutely stunned man sink back to his knees next to the tub.

Geralt flashed his eyes smiling at the startled, dripping poet. "Whatever, we are friends. But you won't get my arse!"