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...Not really, but would he actually throw someone out once the passes are snowed over?

He tolerated me, I think he'll be fine with Aiden once he gets past the whole Cat thing.

[Which now leaves him wondering if this maybe wasn't such a great idea after all.]

It's a big enough keep, I think we can hide our Cat until the snows come.

The good news is Jaskier's in. He's currently berating me for not inviting him sooner, because he needs time to prepare.

He's always like this, so just remember, you did this to yourself.

When are you planning to head up? I can make sure we're there first.

Maybe you don't know your bard as well as you think.

What does he need to prepare for? It's an old crumbling keep full of witchers, not some king's palace.

We're trying to time it so we arrive just as the heavy snows start. A little later than I'd like, but it might help prevent anyone getting tossed out.

[He knows they can't hide Aiden all winter, so of course he's thought of every possible way to keep Aiden from being banished on sight.]

He needs to prepare for the lack of luxuries we have to offer. He's used to a comfortable winter.

Let me know if you need help up the pass. I'll be heading north in a week or so.

[ He's been slowly making his way north for the past month, but in a week he will be heading there more seriously. Now that he has Jaskier coming, it will take longer on the pass. ]

Has he ever spent time in a place that gets colder than your witch's tit?

I think we'll be fine, but let me know if you run into any trouble. We're planning to camp for a bit near the base of the trail.

I doubt it. He's soft, even after all the years on the road. He likes his comforts.

[ At least they can offer warm fires and good wine and meads. It just won't be the easy winter that Jaskier is used to. ]

He says he's looking forward to a new audience.

A princess, a bard, Merigold...Stop finding soft people to drag up here.

At least Yennefer can handle herself.

[He's joking, Ciri's become like a little sister almost. And he's sure he'll like Jaskier well enough.]

Aiden could probably teach Ciri a few things. He's got a sister Cat that he says is one of the best.

You know Ciri isn't all soft. And I think she'd like that. She's always telling me that I can't beat everything just by hitting it really hard. It's worked well for me so far.

A sister cat? Interesting.

[ Geralt's heard rumours about little girls going through the trials, but he hadn't known any of them to survive. Perhaps if things go well this winter with Aiden, they can meet up with her on the Path and Ciri can meet her. If things go well. And if Geralt thinks he can trust her. ]

Only because me and Coën took her out to the training course!

And I guess because you took her in and trained her.

[He's in a good mood now, and actually looking forward to having his brothers meet Aiden. Outside of Vesemir, he knew Geralt would be the most difficult one to persuade.]

I've met her. She would be good for Ciri.

You should see how well she's doing now.

[ Geralt knows that he sounds like a proud father, and Lambert will absolutely tease him about it, but he doesn't care. For all intents and purposes, Lambert is an uncle now. ]

And Ciri will be ecstatic to meet another girl witcher.

Look at you, proud Papa Geralt! We'll see how well she does this winter.

We'll track down Dragonfly in the spring, if all goes well.

We just have to worry about Papa Vesemir...

You're right to be worried about the Old Man. You know how much he hates Cats.

I'll see you at the mountain's base in a few days. We need to get Jaskier better winter clothes now that he's joining us.

Yeah yeah, I know. We'll be waiting for you and the little songbird.

[And they are, when Geralt and Jaskier make it to the head of the trail. Lambert has left a small signal to let Geralt know he's nearby.]

[ Geralt finds the signal and follows it, guiding Jaskier toward where Lambert and Aiden are camping. He calls out a greeting when they get close even though he doesn't think that he could surprise Lambert and his cat. Especially not with Jaskier, who is clumsy and loud compared to a witcher. ]

Lambert, it's good to see you. This is Jaskier.

[ Geralt steps forward to clap his brother on the back, glad to see him healthy and whole after a year on the path. ]

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[ Jaskier also steps forward, taking Lambert's hands in both of his and giving them a squeeze. ]

Thank you so much for extending the invite to me, Lambert. It would have taken Geralt many more years to think to invite me here for the winter. He was some how convinced that I wouldn't want to visit a secret ancient keep full of knowledge otherwise lost to time. I, a master of the seven liberal arts.

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That's enough, Jaskier. I can still leave you here.

[Lambert and Aiden hear Jaskier before they hear Geralt's greeting. Lambert stands from their small fire to go and meet him at the edge, gripping Geralt tight despite his penchant for being an ass. He's glad to see his brother alive and well.]

It's good to see you, Wolf. Bard--

[He laughs as Jaskier talks, letting the bard do as he wishes, before he gestures to the dark-haired man standing beside him.]

I'm glad you agreed, else our plan would fall apart before we even got there. This is Aiden.

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[Aiden steps forward to first greet Geralt, then Jaskier, grasping their wrists and subtly checking for hidden daggers under the guise of manners, just the way he was taught.]

Can you believe, Jaskier, our Wolves are alike~? Lambert took ages to invite me for winter. Though, I've heard plenty about you, Geralt. And the others. He's fond of you lot. And yes, I brought your White Gull.

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Who else am I supposed to tell you about? The whores? You know as much as I do about them.

We'll drink the White Gull tonight, [ Geralt says, moving to start setting up camp while Jaskier continues to complain about having never been invited to Kaer Morhen again. ] I need it.

-

I've heard much about Lambert but none about you, Aiden. So you're a cat witcher? How is that different than being a wolf witcher? How did you and Lambert meet? Why are we sneaking into the keep? Are we sneaking me in as well? Vesemir does not seem the type to enjoy having guests.

[ He keeps going, plying them both with questions as he watches Geralt set their things up. It's not that he's incapable of doing it himself, it's just that Geralt really likes doing it for him. ]

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Jaskier, that's enough, [ Geralt says from where he's setting out their bedrolls next to each other, close for warmth but also because they always sleep close to each other. At least, they have since they started sleeping together. ]

[Lambert watches Geralt, ignoring Jaskier's questions because he's simply not interested in them. Besides, Aiden is doing his best to answer them as fast as they come. He can sympathize with Geralt's need for drink. So he grabs one of the bottles and passes it over to his brother.]

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Of course, you're only just--Well, they're different schools. Di--We met on a hunt. I--Uh, no, we're only sneaking me into the keep.

[He looks to the other two witchers for help with the chatty bard, sighing in relief when Geralt shushes his bard.]

Our schools teach different styles of fighting and hunting. Wolves rely on strength, whereas Cats rely on stealth. I believe our mutation processes are different, as well, but that's...difficult to know. I think you would be very interested in hearing how I met Lambchop~

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[At the mention of his nickname, Lambert finally looks up at the pair.]

There were two contracts on the same ogre. My contractor wanted the curse broken, Aiden's wanted the ogre dead. Except...the ogre killed my contractor.

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I felt bad for him. He looked like he'd had a rough go of things, and so I offered to share the job.

[ Geralt is also interested in the story, but he feigns indifference as he continues to set up his and Jaskier's things. He's amused about the line of questioning, since Geralt had never once mentioned having to sneak Jaskier into the keep. ]

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[ Jaskier listens, looking between as they tell the story. ]

So was it love at first sight, then? [ he asks. There can only be one reason for them having to sneak Aiden into the keep: because they don't want to be separated for an entire season. It's cute, really. Jaskier is sure he'll get more of the story out of them, and perhaps write a song or two about the lovestruck witchers. ]

You see, Geralt, these two are capable of showing their feelings.

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[ Geralt arches an eyebrow and shoots a knowing look toward Lambert. All he says is: ] hm.

[Lambert bursts into a fit of laughter at the notion of a witcher being in love.]

You've traveled with Geralt for, what, a decade at least? And you still think we have feelings?

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[Aiden scowls at the redhead, knowing Lambert is putting on his usual act to seem like he has no weakness.]

Oh, is that so, my ferocious wolf pup? I suppose you wouldn't care one way or the other if I headed south again this year, then. And I actually believed you when you said you spent most of your winters worrying for my safety...

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I do worry for your safety! Kitten--

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[He sniffs, turning his back to Lambert and focusing solely on Jaskier.]

Cat witchers have feelings. In fact, our mages experimented on us to make them stronger. That's how we got our bad reputation.

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Dramatic whoreson...[He looks to Geralt, a quiet plea for help on his face.] Is the bard this dramatic?

Oh, my dear Lambert, I assure you that I am worse, [ Jaskier tells him, grinning widely. ] I never would have survived as a master bard if I didn't have a certain flair for the dramatic. Besides, I think you well know that Geralt has emotions, he simply pretends not to. I assume that you're the same, Lambchop. [ Jaskier refuses to believe that Lambert isn't hopelessly in love with Aiden. It's obvious that he is. They may take other lovers, but the feelings are still there. If they weren't, Lambert wouldn't be sneaking that Cat into Kaer Morhen and Jaskier never would have received an invitation. ]

-

Jaskier's right. He's worse. It doesn't matter how dramatic Aiden is, Jaskier has him beat tenfold.

-

Thank you, darling, [ Jaskier responds, patting Geralt on the chest. ] Now. The plan is to head up before you, I understand. But what is the plan tonight? I can play for all you lovely people until my fingers freeze off because it's colder than Militele's tit out here, or Geralt has been itching for a good opponent for a game of gwent.

I'll let you have that one, master bard. My acting skills only go as far as a good disguise. [Aiden continues ignoring Lambert, knowing he can do so until the redhead breaks and comes begging for attention. Or at least until he gets too cold to keep pretending he doesn't have feelings.] I wouldn't mind hearing something lively, if you'd like to play. I've heard renditions of your music from less-talented performers, but I'm sure nothing compares to the real thing.

-

[Lambert watches as Aiden turns his charm on, barely keeping his jealousy in check. He knows that Aiden is only trying to rile him up.] You could play against Geralt, kitten. He knows all my tricks, you'll give him more of a challenge.

[ Jaskier sees what Aiden's doing, and he's happy to lean in. If Lambert is as prickly as Geralt has said, it will be great fun to tease him over the winter. ] Of course I can play for you, at least until my fingers are too cold, bit vhilly down here at the base of a mountain, you know? Geralt, did your Witcher ancestors not consider how fucking cold it is up here? Anyway. Yes, what's your favourite song?

[ Geralt's finished setting up camp, so Jaskier reaches for his lute and sits down on one of the logs that is conveniently placed next to the fire pit. ]

-

[ Geralt looks over at Lambert and arches an eyebrow. They've known each other for several decades now, so Lambert will know what it means.

Perhaps introducing Aiden and Jaskier was a mistake. ]

-

I can hear you thinking, Geralt, my darling. And yes, this was a great idea, [ Jaskier sing songs at him from his spot on the log. ]

Our ancestors didn't consider how cold it would be here. [Lambert hates the cold, has always hated it.]

-

Well, what's your favorite, Jaskier? That's the song I most want to hear. [He glances subtly at Lambert, making sure his wolf is paying attention to him.] Though...I'm a bit of a sucker for a good romance~

-

[Lambert catches Geralt's meaning and simply shakes his head. He can already tell this might have been the worst mistake of his life. Two very attractive, very flirtatious men, in Kaer Morhen together for a whole season. It could be good, but more than likely it would be a disaster. Already, he wants to apologize and pull his Cat close to himself.]

Aiden really is soft for the romantic stuff. Ask him why we didn't simply part ways after that first hunt~

-

[Aiden tries to hide the way the memory makes him smile.]

[Jaskier shoots a grin over at Geralt, because he knows exactly which song he'll sing, if Aiden is looking for something romantic. He starts playing the first few chords of Her Sweet Kiss even though Geralt growls. The thing is, Geralt growls at him all the time so this isn't anything new.

But then, there's mention of a true romance, and Jaskier is intrigued. ] Oh, do tell, please. Perhaps I can write you your own romantic ballad. Two witchers from rival schools falling in love on the Path despite all odds, and despite one of them being overly moody. How delightful.

Don't you think so Geralt? It's much better than our own love story.

-

Don't have a love story.

-

You say that with your mouth, but here I am, accompanying you home to your ancestral home for the winter. [ Jaskier flaps his hands at Geralt and then he refocuses on Aiden. ]

{Lambert knows his brother can be prickly, but he doesn't expect Geralt to outright growl at his bard's playing. Then Jaskier is begging for a story about romance, and offering to write a song for him and Aiden, and his stomach goes a little queasy.]

-

It would be lovely to have our own ballad, but...we'd rather not have our story out for the whole of the Continent to hear. [Aiden knows Lambert likes to keep knowledge of such intimacy only to those he trusts.] We'll tell you if you swear on Geralt's life that you won't go spreading our story. But first, I want to hear that song!

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