Forget me not
So @sparkstark sent me 2 words for prompt, when I asked to send some for some angty drabble, and well... here I am finally? It took me more then I thought, also is longer then what I anticipated, and I want to expand this idea? But I don’t have the skill to do so? So take this *throw fic in the shark tank and runs away*
Promp: Anniversay, Smell
Sequel to this one.
Geralt didn’t want to pull out that piece of doublet covered in blood from his bag, didn’t want to loose that faint trace of Jaskier still lingered on it. Didn’t want to forget the bard. Didn’t want to let it go, even after ten years, four day and five hours from his death.Â
He didn’t want to let it go.
“Geralt.” Yennefer voice reached the witcher ears in a soft tone. “It’s more then ten years” Yennefer pointed out, looking at the dirty piece of fabric between Geralt finger. “It’s time you let him go.” She continued, crossing her arms moving her eyes from the fabric to the face of the man in front of him, or at what was the shadow of the man that long time before was Geralt.
“I can’t.”
“I know, but you know what he wanted, what he thought about that, and you need to respect his wishes and move on, and continue with your life.”
“I can’t.”
“You should” Yennefer continued extending her hand. “I need to show you something that Jaskier said to me.” At that Geralt raised his eyes finally looking at Yennefer. “Close your eyes, you know how this works.” With that both closed their eyes and Yennefer projected her memories to Gerat, letting the witcher see, feel and ear Jaskier one last time and finally breaking that one last tread that kept Geralt stuck in a past that wasn’t anymore.
“It's gone.” Where the first words from Geralt after the little magic trick from Yennefer. “It’s really gone.” After that, slowly, tears started to fall from the Witcher eyes.Â
“It’s gone.” Yennefer repeated, letting go of Geralt hand while keeping with her the piece of fabric, and going to hug the man in front of him, the one that felt more then anyone else, the one with emotion doubled, the one that loved with all his heart. The one that lost everything.
“I miss him.”
“I know.”
“Maybe if…”
“NO!” Yennefer screamed in Geralt ear. “Don’t you even think about that, don’t you even go there with your brain, the one with crazy idea is Lambert here not you. Focus on Ciri, on me, on the family you still have here.” Yennefer ended in a softer tone, pointing toward the yard where Ciri was practicing sword fighting with Lambert. “Focus on the present and look at us, at her.”
“Looking.”
“Good, now go to your daughter, she needs you.” Yennefer said with a little smile gracing on her lips, while waiting for Geralt to move and reach the others, because she had something to do, and a bard to resurrect and then kill with her hand. Just for good measure.
She had work to do.
