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Jaskier: I love me a pillow princess. Just keep those golden eyes on me and I'll handle the rest

Geralt: *unable to speak because he is so flustered and horny*

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Jaskier doesn’t have a horse. I mean yeah, technically he has Pegasus but in nw and most fanon media he doesn’t. The man walks at the same pace as a horse every day for twenty years. And I’m sure Geralt let him put SOME things on Roach, but probably not much. She’s Geralt’s horse and needs to carry his things AND Geralt, no one wants her to be over extended with bard stuff. So that means Jaskier carries all his stuff himself which is AT MINIMUM, his lute, notebooks, probably like 3 sets of relatively complex performing outfits and road clothes, all his fancy cosmetic stuff, a bedroll, and his METAL coin money. He also probably has first aid things like bandages and potions, frivolous things like baubles and jewelry, food, water, and probably other bard stuff like spare strings and such.

Yeah, Jask is depicted as traveling without bags but that’s just not possible. He probably carries his own essentials and as someone who backpacks— that alone is usually 20+ lbs. WITH modern technology aimed at making things lighter. Thats not counting all the fancy stuff he’s prone to and his career tools. Jaskier is probably hauling like 40-50lbs or more of stuff EVERY DAY while mostly roughing it off the land and keeping pace with a man on horseback. Oh, and this is WHILE SINGING AND TALKING the entire time. Can you imagine this man’s lung capacity? To sing and talk constantly while exerting himself?

This is all to say: Jaskier is strong as fuck and fit as hell. The thing is though, he probably doesn’t even recognize it. Yeah, he probably knows he’s got the muscle and such, but he still is largely perceived as a delicate person. He PROJECTS being delicate. Being fragile and pampered and in need of the finer things. He projects capable, but not strong. This. Is. Hilarious.

Jaskier, having already walked 12 miles at a moderate incline carrying 40lbs of stuff without breaking a sweat (it’s barely past midday): Geralt I am FRAGILE. I cannot POSSIBLY walk through this mud. (It’s like a 3 ft section) I’m not a rugged mountain man like you, I’m simply not BUILT for this!

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Smiled like nothing had happened. Like years hadn’t passed. Like he hadn’t left Jaskier quietly putting himself back together.

Jaskier smiled back.

Easy. Polite. Untouchable.

Geralt stood a little off to the side, watching.

He didn’t say anything until the man was gone.

Jaskier let out a breath, rolling his shoulders. “Well,” he said lightly, “that was unpleasant.”

Geralt glanced at him. “That’s who you were heartbroken over?”

Jaskier blinked. “I- excuse me?”

Geralt frowned slightly. “He’s not-” he gestured vaguely, “you’re so out of his league.”

Jaskier snorted. “Oh, please. I was eighteen.”

“Mm,” Geralt said.

Jaskier glanced at him. “Don’t tell me you agree.”

Geralt didn’t answer right away.

“I remember you at eighteen,” he said instead.

Jaskier smiled. “You do?”

Geralt shrugged faintly. “First day we met. You talked to everyone. Wouldn’t stop. Followed me half the road.”

Jaskier smiled slowly. “Yes, well. I made an impression.”

“You tried,” Geralt said.

Jaskier narrowed his eyes. “I succeeded.”

Geralt’s mouth twitched faintly.

“You were…” he paused, searching for the word.

Jaskier sighed. “This is going to be insulting, I can tell.”

“…adorable,” Geralt finished.

There was a pause.

Jaskier stared at him. “…I don’t think I like that word.”

“Fits.”

“I was not adorable,” Jaskier said. “I was compelling.”

“Mm.”

Jaskier huffed. “Go on then. Continue your character assassination.”

Geralt shrugged. “You talked too much.”

“I still do.”

“Mm.”

Jaskier shook his head, but he was smiling.

Geralt’s gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary.

Then, quieter- “I wasn’t interested in you like that.”

Jaskier blinked. “What?”

“Back then,” Geralt added. “You were too young.”

Jaskier tilted his head. “Too young.”

“Mm.”

A pause.

“And now?” Jaskier asked.

Geralt didn’t look away. “Different.”

Jaskier’s expression softened, just a little.

“…right,” he said.

Geralt hesitated, just briefly, then added, more deliberate this time:

“If I’d been younger back then… the first day we met—”

Jaskier stilled.

Geralt shrugged faintly. “I probably would’ve run off with you.”

Jaskier let out a quiet breath, half a laugh, half something else.

“…into the sunset?” he asked softly.

Geralt huffed. “Mm.”

Jaskier shook his head, smiling despite himself.

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