【授权翻译初稿/狼诗狼】最特殊的伤痕（下）(15)
亚斯克尔的情人们热衷于猜测这些伤疤的由来：认为他白天是个吟游诗人，夜晚是个海盗，或者拥有其他浪漫身份。亚斯克尔很少坦白真相，因为在身体接触时提起灵魂伴侣，会引发嫉妒，尤其是感情热烈的时候。
Yennefer sees the grimace on Jaskier’s face and reaches out to squeeze his hand, thumb catching on the vertical scar at the base of his thumb just above his wrist.
叶妮芙看见亚斯克尔脸上的怪异表情，她伸手攥住他的手腕，在他拇指下方、手腕上方有一个垂直的伤痕。
“That one’s mine.”
“这个是我干的。”
She wants to ask and Jaskier finds himself wanting to tell her; something healing in him recognizing a similar crack in her, but a familiar groan steals his attention.
她想问，亚斯克尔发现自己也想告诉她。他发现她身上有些相似的破碎感，那是他已经疗愈的东西，但一个熟悉的呻吟吸引了他的注意力。
“Jaskier.”
“亚斯克尔。”
He doesn’t remembering walking to the bed, but Jaskier is standing at Geralt’s side in time to see golden eyes trace the curves of his face. Jaskier’s cheeks heat beneath the scrutiny and surely he must be hallucinating because it looks like Geralt’s smirking at his reaction.
亚斯克尔不记得自己怎么走到床边，但他记得，当他站在杰洛特旁边，那双金色的眼睛仔细描摹着他的脸。亚斯克尔在这种专注的目光下感觉脸颊微微发烫，他一定是产生了幻觉，不然怎么会看到杰洛特因为他的反应笑了起来。
It’s not until Geralt’s eyes dart down to Jaskier’s naked chest that reality comes crashing down. Jaskier’s imagined this moment a million time; imagined a million different reactions, but nothing could have prepared him for the look on Geralt’s face.
Yennefer sees the grimace on Jaskier’s face and reaches out to squeeze his hand, thumb catching on the vertical scar at the base of his thumb just above his wrist.
叶妮芙看见亚斯克尔脸上的怪异表情，她伸手攥住他的手腕，在他拇指下方、手腕上方有一个垂直的伤痕。
“That one’s mine.”
“这个是我干的。”
She wants to ask and Jaskier finds himself wanting to tell her; something healing in him recognizing a similar crack in her, but a familiar groan steals his attention.
她想问，亚斯克尔发现自己也想告诉她。他发现她身上有些相似的破碎感，那是他已经疗愈的东西，但一个熟悉的呻吟吸引了他的注意力。
“Jaskier.”
“亚斯克尔。”
He doesn’t remembering walking to the bed, but Jaskier is standing at Geralt’s side in time to see golden eyes trace the curves of his face. Jaskier’s cheeks heat beneath the scrutiny and surely he must be hallucinating because it looks like Geralt’s smirking at his reaction.
亚斯克尔不记得自己怎么走到床边，但他记得，当他站在杰洛特旁边，那双金色的眼睛仔细描摹着他的脸。亚斯克尔在这种专注的目光下感觉脸颊微微发烫，他一定是产生了幻觉，不然怎么会看到杰洛特因为他的反应笑了起来。
It’s not until Geralt’s eyes dart down to Jaskier’s naked chest that reality comes crashing down. Jaskier’s imagined this moment a million time; imagined a million different reactions, but nothing could have prepared him for the look on Geralt’s face.
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