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  1. Public Bookmark 6

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    Jaskier receives a magic lute from Filavandrel.

    Years later, he realizes maybe the magic wasn't in the lute after all.

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    25 Jan 2022

  2. Public Bookmark 48

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    “Jask, you’re bleeding,” Geralt growled, his free hand starting to pat for injuries, and-

    Jaskier relaxed a bit, slumping in relief. “Good morning to you too,” he greeted brightly, ignoring how raspy his voice was. “Damn witchers and their sense of smell. I’m fine, don’t worry, just my hands.”

    The room froze.

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    In which Jaskier runs himself ragged, convinced he must prove his value.

    Geralt and Yennefer will not stand for it.

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    25 Jan 2022

  3. Public Bookmark 33

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    Rough cotton of Geralt’s shirt scratches his burn like sandpaper, the heat of the body warming it into prickles of pain, but Jaskier only closes his eyes, willing his body to calm down. Another pair of hands encircles his chest, and he feels almost feverish skin over his own, chaos melting into his muscles, mending the wounds.

    It’s useless, he knows, the burns already healed into jagged, uneven pieces, but the ache recedes, leaving exhaustion thrumming through the body.

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    23 Jan 2022

  4. Public Bookmark 15

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    Geralt sighs, straightening his shoulders and taking in one last breath to calm himself before he lifts his hand and knocks on the door in front of him.

    A muffled “Come in,” is shouted in response and he grabs the door handle and opens it, stepping inside the room. It is warm, wood crackling in the fireplace and casting orange shadows all over the wall.

    There are a few candles lit on the table nearby as the only source of light. It should feel cosy. It doesn’t.

    “You weren’t at dinner,” Geralt says, states matter-of-factly. You weren’t at dinner and I was worried is what he wants to say. He doesn’t.

    “I wasn’t hungry.” Defiance. Anger. Indifference. Jaskier looks at him with tired eyes, the dark circles underneath them even more accentuated by the low light. He’s sat on his bed, legs sprawled out and his back against the wall. Geralt tries to ignore the bottle in his hand, but can’t ignore the smell of wine that is leaking from every one of Jaskier’s pores.


    After everything that has happened, Geralt and Jaskier are both broken. A simple question is enough to make them both come undone.

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    22 Jan 2022

  5. Public Bookmark 27

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    At Kaer Morhen, Geralt doesn't understand why Jaskier doesn't play the lute anymore.

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