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    “What are you guys doing?”

    Jon jumped, brandishing his rib while Martin held up his shoe threateningly and scrambled for the chair. They both lowered their “weapons” when the realized who it was in the doorway though.

    “Basira,” Martin said, still halfway on the chair. His foot without the shoe was dangled in the air, nicely showing off his sock, “Uh...nice new scarf.”

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    "Right, well," Jaskier says, when he halts before Geralt. Up close, he looks much more nervous. There is sweat on his brow and his collar is damp with it, and his teeth keep catching on his lower lip. "True love's kiss. There's—ah—there's nothing to it." And he bends, the utter imbecile, and kisses Geralt full on the mouth.

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  4. Public Bookmark 75

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    Jaskier draws himself up and locks his gaze behind Geralt. His blue eyes darken, dilating, something molten flaring in them. His grin widens and his teeth flash like a fox’s in torchlight, and he speaks a single word:

    “Rot.”

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    “The tapestry of fate is long, Geralt of Rivia.” Nehalenia sounds wistful through her many mouths. “You will finally understand this in your last winter. You will see where the knot was tied.”

    Geralt does not look at her. He rubs a thumb across Jaskier’s lips, feeling a ragged breath slip out, and presses their foreheads together. His own blood smears on Jaskier’s skin and he does not cry.

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