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When morning comes, in the cold light of day, and Geralt realizes what he's done, he panics, tries to backtrack, afraid of Jaskier's reaction, afraid of his own, afraid afraid afraid, and he blurts;

"I thought you were Yennefer,"

and Jaskier's face just shutters, because Geralt had said his name, Jaskier knows, but what hurts him the most is that Geralt can't stand by what happened, can't aknowledge it, and hurts, it fucking hurts.

"No, you didn't," Jaskier says.

@drrodneymckayphdphd here we go! Super cute prompt, thank you!

Jaskier has studied astronomy, he knows the constellations, the old songs and myth that made them into being. He knows the brightest star in the sky, he knows of planets and lunar cycles and can point them out on a map, or on rare bright occasions, in the inky blackness above.

That doesn’t mean he won’t ask Geralt to point out the Traveling Star, the guiding light. That doesn’t mean he won’t play dumb until Geralt bodily moves him to stand right in front of the Witcher, back against chest, so that he can follow his line of sight.

The main struggle with this prompt is picking what size he would actually be. Thumbelina or Avatar. Both are pretty appealing honestly...

They say bumblebees don't know that they can't fly. Their bodies are too big and their wings to frail, but as the bumblebee is not aware of this, it flies anyway.

Same can be applied to fairies, in most cases. Depending on heritage, they come in a variety of sizes. Jaskier belongs to the landwalkers. He wasn't born from a flower, but carries the wings of a dragon fly. There are many metaphors to be made here, with mayflies and dandelions and other stubborn, short lived things.

Geralt has only seen Jaskier fly once, defying gravity and sense both, picking cherries from the top of a wild tree. His wings are prisms of light, thin like paper, longer than most tail coats. Jaskier is mesmerizing, even more so when his glamour falls.

Yep, I see it. Though I might have to redo it later to get that sweet sweet longing in, now they are all just dramatic 😂 enjoy!

They say shared misery is lessened misery, or that misery loves company. The latter is for sure true, for Jaskier has not slumped over the bar disk for more than five minutes until Valdo shows up. They glare at each other, both looking absolute messes.

“Witcher?”

“Yeah. Countess?”

“Absolutely,” Valdo sighs dramatically and slumps down next to Jaskier. They clink their glasses miserably and downs their luke warm drink in unison. Not ten more minutes goes by until Essi appears behind Valdo, looking forlorn.

“You too, huh?” Jaskier says, raising his glass in an inviting toast.

“Why won’t she see me?” Essie whines, folding over the bar on Jaskier’s other side.

Jaskel + piercing

😇

Yeah I’ll also make that face, nothing suggestive here, nothing at all 😇😌

Jaskier’s eyes are transfixed on the glint of metal between Eskel’s teeth. The piercing comes in and out of sight as Eskel plays with it, clicking against his teeth. Then he notices Eskel’s smirk, the gleam in his eye.

“Did uh… didn’t it hurt?”

“Like hell,” Eskel says, stepping closer, into Jaskier’s space, tipping Jaskier’s chin up. Before he knows it, Jaskier is being kissed, the piercing touching his lip as Eskel devours him. Oh, that’s why.

“Want to find out where I have the rest?” He whispers against Jaskier’s open mouth, and the bard shudders.

Hello dear, oh I want to write this one in so many ways! Apparently this won out though, and I picture some tentative hand holding after 🥺 enjoy!

Jaskier lights the wick of the lantern with shaking hands. He should be over this, he should, he is, but the small spark that ignites the light still makes him want to pull back his hand in horror.

By his side, Geralt is watching him closely. How gazes feel heavy is beyond him, but he feels it like a hand on his shoulder, squeezing.

”You did it,” Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier nods.

”I did.”

A beat of silence while Jaskier closes the lantern and put it between them in their small tent.

”I’m proud of you.”