#fic witcher

Or -- Jaskier’s Jolene, the FIC

Jaskier has tried to tell himself he isn’t heartbroken, but he has always been a shitty liar. To himself, that is. He lied his way through people so easily it astonished even him. It is, after all, much easier to lie to someone else than to his own self, especially when it comes to feelings. In his line of work anyway, he can’t exactly lie to himself; he uses his own emotions to write and perform his songs, especially the ballads. So no matter how many times he tries to tell himself he isn’t heartbroken, it doesn’t work.

Here is the truth: when he walked away from Geralt on that mountain, he had wanted to be angry. He had wanted to hate Geralt and curse him and forget him and everything they had shared. He had wanted to blame Yennefer for everything that had happened between Geralt and him, had even written Her Sweet Kiss for this. He had wanted to rip his own heart out of his chest and throw it to the wolves, to any creatures that was willing to have it, simply because the aching there was too much for him.