meridian_rose: jaskier with letter b to his left and locks to his right, white and light blue background (witcher)
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Type: fanfiction
Words: 200 (double drabble)
Characters: Geralt, Jaskier, implied Geralt/Jaskier
Prompt: For the [community profile] genprompt_bingo prompt "grooming (eg brushing hair)"
Warnings: no warnings apply
Summary: Hair brushing can be an act of quiet intimacy

At AO3
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Geralt was more than capable of brushing his own hair. He'd been doing it long enough, more years- more decades- than he cared to think about. He knew how to clip back the front sections so they didn't obscure his view, where they joined the rest of his platinum locks cascading to well below his shoulders.

Yet when Jaskier begged to brush his hair, saying, "There's a tangle, Geralt, let me get it!" Geralt allowed the eager bard to grab a hairbrush and groom him. Jaskier took pleasure in the long smooth strokes, chattering and peppering his conversation with compliments.

It was not, Geralt thought, but never voiced, unlike the way he groomed Roach, a form of bonding, an act of quiet intimacy seasoned with loving words.

Only he was allowed to groom Roach. Only Jaskier ever brushed Geralt's hair. Yennefer might toy with the white tresses but she never offered to brush it, nor did he ever consider trying to style her long dark hair.

"Jaskier," he had protested, when one session ended in two beautiful braids that merged seamlessly into the rest of his hair.

"You look lovely," Jaskier had insisted and Geralt couldn't, with any honesty, disagree.

May 2025

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