remember me i ask, remember me i sing
07 Jul 2020
He’s hunkered next to his oil lamp, bent over his dinner, when he hears a voice. “That was kind of you.” Geralt’s head shoots up, brow furrowed. For one brief moment he’s baffled - how could someone get in here without him hearing? - but when he sees who it is, he stills. The man standing in front of him is the man he buried not two hours ago. “Didn’t think Witchers provided that kind of service. I thought you handled, y’know, making the deaths happen.”
Geralt frowns, considering. His medallion is quiet, though he’s absolutely certain: this man is a ghost. “Who are you?”
A faint smile graces the man’s face. “Julian Alfred Pankrantz, Viscount de Lettenhove.” The smile sours. “Or at least, I was.”
helping a ghost find his peace is not the strangest contract geralt's ever taken on, but it's certainly up there.
- Part 1 of remember me i ask, remember me i sing
Jaskier looks hesitant, cupping Geralt’s face in his hands. “There’s a price for returning to life,” he says, and he draws one hand down to press against Geralt’s belly. The vines slide up, coiling around Geralt’s shoulders. Life begets life, the forest whispers, and Geralt’s eyes get caught on the plant tendrils hovering behind Jaskier. A shiver arcs up his spine. “On Birke, Brokilon can use a vessel to spread its seed. Will you - ?”
“Yes,” Geralt says, without hesitation. His hands bracket Jaskier’s hips and his thumbs press into the soft flesh. He’s done stranger things for less, and for Jaskier, he’d do anything.
- Part 2 of remember me i ask, remember me i sing