*the boys arriving at kaer morhen for the winter*
Eskel, staring at Lambert’s bicep, chuckling: ...Is that a tattoo?
Lambert: Fuck off, Eskel.
Eskel: Why does it look unfinished?
Geralt, smiling: Because he ran away from the artist in the middle of it.
Lambert: Fuck you!
Eskel: *laughing* Seriously? A small tattoo, that's what scared you? We've been through things so much worse! What was it supposed to be, anyway?
Lambert: None of your fucking business. And you *pointing at Geralt* can't fucking laugh at me while you're friends with a weak, fragile human bard.
Geralt: Hmm. Sometimes I think he has more balls than you.
***spirngtime***
The other Witchers meet Jaskier for the first time, they get along surprisingly well. After two days of traveling together, they start looking for a stream to bathe in.
Geralt doesn't say anything. He waits for the right moment.
They find a stream eventually, Eskel and Lambert strip off their clothes quickly and jump into the water.
Jaskier takes off his doublet and shirt, and starts folding them, when he feels three pairs of eyes staring at him.
He turns to look at the Witchers.
"What?"
Geralt’s leaning against a tree, wearing a smug smile. Eskel and Lambert stare in shock at the huge, multiple tattoos covering Jaskier’s back, pectorals and ribs.
Jaskier blinks at them, still holding his shirt. "Is everything alright? Geralt, why are you smiling?"
Geralt grins, and Jaskier could've sworn this was the first time he saw the Witcher grinning.
"Oh, nothing. Ask Lambert".