Geralt open his eyes and it takes him a moment longer than it should for him to realize he's not in his room at Kaer Morhen. He startles for a brief second when he feels a heavy hand tighten against his waist and warm breathing tickle at the nape of his neck. The tension flees Geralt's muscles as he turn himself over to find Eskel's sleeping face near his own.
The Witcher gazes at his life long childhood friend and it dawns on him that they've known each other for almost a century. It's not the first time Geralt has felt too old lately. With everything that's been going on with Ciri he feels like he's aged more in the last six months than the rest of his life. This is the reason why Geralt decides to stay and relax for a spell before the sun makes its way over the mountains surrounding the old fort.
Geralt huddles closer to Eskel and rests his head upon the other monster slayer's shoulder. Eskel's arms bring him closer, a motion so familiar with the two the other man does it in his sleep. Moments like this are so few and far between that Geralt takes his time to appreciate the feeling before closing his eyes and dozing off to sleep once more.
The next time the White Wolf awoke the sun had already begun its trek into the sky momentarily blinding his feline-like eyes. Geralt grunted agitatedly and burrowed his face deeper into the crook of Eskel's neck hoping to get away from the pesky rays of light.
Eskel started to rouse from their alcohol induced coma from last night and slowly his eyes slit open a fraction. His eyes were just like his own a deep golden hue that seemed to shine in the morning light. Geralt could practically see Eskel repeat his own actions earlier as he tensed, glimpsed at the dirty sheets, then to his own naked form, and finally rested his eyes on Geralt's own. They stared at each other for a moment as Eskel laid his head back on the straw pillow, their noses almost touching.
"I had a dream about you last night." Eskel told him sleep evident in his voice. Geralt raised a well shaped eyebrow and smirked as wide as the witcher mutations would allow him. " Judging by how sore I am it's safe to say it wasn't a dream.'
Eskel snorted and grazed his thumb across Geralt's cheekbone. "Not that, it was a time before the mutations I had almost forgotten what you looked like."
The witcher leaned forward kissing each of Geralt's eyelids and murmured "How beautiful your eyes were, I thought it was impossible for eyes to be that green."
"I remember yours were as brown a mud." Geralt grunted in response. Eskel scoffed "You're such a romantic." Geralt chuckled at the banter that seemed to flow as easily as water between the two. He nestled himself back into his spot by Eskel's neck and sighed contently when he wrapped his arms back around him. Not even five minutes later Eskel's breathing steadied as he went back to unconsciousness and Geralt fell asleep to the rhythmic beating of his heart.