#domestic dandeion

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Pssst, Comfy! Darling, wonderful and brilliant light of my life, could I possibly request some soft gerlion? Geralt brushing Dandelion's hair and helping him to curl the back? 💖🥺

ask and ye shall recieve.  I have yet to write Gerlion and I must say, I think I love them 

Warnings: fucking none. this is pure domestic fluff.

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Geralt leaned in the doorway of their room and watched as Dandelion methodically brushed through his hair. He knew the pattern well. Every night he started at the bottom, gingerly detangling his curls and working his way up until he could run the brush through smoothly from root to end. The morning was different. He brushed everything through and sectioned little pieces off before waking Geralt to heat up his iron, even if the fire hadn’t gone out. Geralt teased that he was getting spoiled, but he secretly loved being a part of his bard’s daily ritual. 

Dandelion noticed him in the mirror when he fumbled the brush, “Well there’s my brooding witcher. I hope breakfast was worth leaving me to wake up cold and alone.” His words may have been sharp but his smile was soft, something Geralt would never get over. 

“Unnecessarily indulgent. I had BB save you some for when you’re ready to go.” 

“Thank you, love,” Dandelion beamed, holding his brush over his shoulder, “It would go faster if you helped.” 

Geralt smiled and shoved off from the door. He still found it a little bewildering that he was allowed this. He had a home now. A home and a lover that wanted him to brush his hair in the mornings and would sing him to sleep at night. 

He took the brush and placed a kiss on top of Dandelion’s head, “It would be my pleasure.” 

Dandelion let out a hum that was closer to a laugh as he leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying Geralt’s hands gently carding through his hair as he searched for knots. It was one of the few times he was truly quiet. Sure he was much calmer than he had been in his younger days, but he still hummed tunes he was composing and muttered verse under his breath as he went about his day, something Geralt found incredibly endearing. But this was new for them. This was a type of serenity that forbade noise and demanded action in the softest touches and gentlest kisses and they got to bask in it whenever they wanted now. 

When Geralt was satisfied with the state of his hair, he handed Dandelion the brush and gestured to the long iron wand with an enchanted wooden handle. Dandelion raised one eyebrow in surprise but handed it to him anyway. 

Geralt sparked a flame in his hand and warmed the metal before carefully picking a section of fine blond hairs from the others and wrapping it around the instrument. He paid close attention to how many times the pieces of hair wrapped around the barrel and which direction they went in reference to which side of Dandelion’s head they came from. His lover was nothing if not particular about his appearance, so he took great care to make sure the back of his hair was curled to perfection… or as close to perfect as Geralt was capable. 

He paused to heat the iron again and glanced in the mirror to find Dandelion looking back at him with doe eyes and a dreamy smile.

“What?” 

Dandelion tilted his head to the side just a bit, “You look adorable when you’re concentrating.”

Geralt smiled and shook his head, feeling his cheeks flush even after years of compliments just like that, “You do the front. You’re better than me,” he mumbled, handing Dandelion the iron. 

His lover turned his head this way and that, gently prodding the uniform curls now bouncing about, “You’ve gotten much better, darling.”

“I had a good teacher,” Geralt hummed as he hooked one finger under Dandelion’s chin and gently pressed their lips together, “Should I go tack up? Or will you be longer?”

Dandelion followed him and managed one more peck before Geralt stood, “I may be longer, but I shan't be late.”

“I’ll sweep the barn first then.” 

“That’s probably best.”