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   It’s the first time he’s seen Geralt since that day on the Mountain. The first time and Jaskier shouldn’t have been naive enough to assume that they could avoid each other forever. Surprisingly they’d been fairly good at it, Jaskier would take roads that led him away from the gossip of where the White Wolf was and Geralt very clearly had not been searching for him. So it worked, for a while, and then Jaskier ended up wandering home following a letter he’d received. It took him to Redanian’s city of Oxenfurt, the Academy, that had been plagued by some terrible curse or monster they hadn’t entirely been sure what. 

   The students couldn’t exactly evacuate, considering a lot of them didn’t live nearby so the Headmaster of the academy was looking for anyone to help. The recent death of a few professors left them without a faculty and that was the entire reason Jaskier got the letter, asking him to return. He didn’t mind teaching, he had been good at it, but he hardly considered him a Professor anymore. Which, while arguing his point, was what brought them to their second reason for summoning Jaskier. 

   They wanted the White Wolf. The Witcher. Geralt of Rivia. 

   Who ironically was in town. Because of course he was. Jaskier spent so long taking paths that lead him from the man that a letter brought him right to Geralt. They were paying a pretty coin though, for Geralt to hunt down whatever was haunting the Academy and killing it’s Professors. He couldn’t very well say no the Academy had been a home to him when his own was awful to be at. So Jaskier accepted the coin, tucked it into the case of his Lute and headed down into town. 

   Finding Geralt was hardly difficult, the man stuck out like a weed. His head of white hair and ability to scare everyone off around him drew more attention than he perhaps realized. Jaskier slipped into the inn, nodded his head to a few people and then made his way into a corner where the very man he sought was typically settled behind. Sliding into the seat across from Geralt the poet played with the strap of his Lute bag, his nerves pulled tight and chest constricted. Taking a breath he waved his hand toward the barkeep for pint of Ale. He wouldn’t drink all of it, he was going back to the Academy after this. 

@gwynbleide​ said: ✸ something something long and hard

 CONTRARY   TO   POPULAR   BELIEF,      she   is   neither   inexperienced   nor   a   prude   ---------   travelling   across   the   continent   has   taught   her   a   thing   or   two   about   pleasure   and,   under   the   safety   of   the   disguise   she   wears   wherever   she   goes,   people   have   taken   to   showing   their   gratitude   in   .   .   .   various   ways.   relinquished   from   the   iron   grip   of   the   crown,   she   is   free   to   be   only   padmé,   and   while   the   two   represent   two   halves   of   the   same   coin,   there   are   days   in   which   one   is   preferred   over   the   other.   she   has   always   been   a   free   spirit:   anyone   who   dared   attempt   to   tame   her   have   been   met   with   the   sharp   edge   of   her   blade.

 the   fact   of   the   matter   is   .   .   .   she’s   not   blind.   neither   is   he,   by   the   way   his   gaze   lingers,   but   they’ve   yet   to   do   anything   but   look.   which   suits   her   just   fine,   all   things   considered.   geralt   is   a   good   man   in   a   world   where   good   men   are   few,   and   she   enjoys   his   company,   brisk   as   it   is.   her   dreams,   however,   speak   of   another   truth.

@gwynbleide​ asked: ❝ a mandalorian ... what made someone like you come out of hiding ? ❞

Geralt didn’t seem like a warrior who used many words. The Mando found that quality to his advantage since he never counted eloquence among his skill set. “My child needs a teacher,” Dyn began, motioning towards the little one as the youngling chased a frog. He found no point in playing this card close to his chest if the other man proved an enemy. It would end in someone’s death either way.