#geraltxyennefer

Yennefer of Vengerberg - The Witcher 3

Bonus:

Geralt: ...Hm

Geralt: Fuck

Geralt: When you say lover, do you mean the bard or the sorceress?

Villains: ...

Villains: The sorceress.

Geralt: That's too bad. Taking the bard would have increased your chances of dying a lot less painfully.

She had realized Jaskier, the idiot who occasionally played in her shop, was the boyfriend Geralt mentioned. Mostly because he had been there, already making dinner and singing loudly. After the initial awkwardness, she had agreed to stay and share dinner. She had never regretted it. After that she had been invited back several times. Jaskier had been gone on a small tour for the past week, and she had spent most of it with Geralt. The past three days she'd been busy.

A little before it was time for her to go, she woke him gently, and slid out of his hold. She took his mug and headed into the kitchen to make more tea before she left. Dumping out the old leaves while the water boiled, she walked back into the living area.

"You don't need to clean up," she chided gently. "I'm going to work in a bit, and I'll leave Nico to close up. I'll be back at 10 to check on you." He was typically a night owl, 10 wouldn't be late to him. "Unless you don't want me to," she hesitates.

"That'd be nice," he agrees absently, the migraine obviously still taking up most of his energy.

"Do scents bother you when you're having a migraine?"

"Depends on the scent and strength of it," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I have some tinctures that might help, I'll bring them along."

"Thank you."

She leaves him again to go pour the water over the fresh leaves in his mug, and brings it back to him. "This place better look the same as it does now. I don't want you undoing all the good from the tea." She smiles at his grimace and kisses his cheek. "Although perhaps you should sleep in the bed, if you can."

"I don't like when it's like this," he protests lightly.

"If you pass out on the floor trying to clean you won't be able to let me in. And emergency services kicking in your door will make a much larger mess."

He grunts in acknowledgement. Then presses a messy kiss to her cheek. "Thank you," he tells her in a heartfelt voice.

"I'll be back later. If it won't make you sick, try and eat the other muffin." Half the trash she's seen are squeeze packets of fruit and vegetables, telling her he hadn't been up to solid foods but was trying to take care of himself. "If the mess bothers you that much, I'll help you with it when I get back. But until then, just try and relax." She kisses his forehead gently.

He lets her out and does as she says, taking himself to bed after he finishes his tea.