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â¨I Saw You Staringâ¨
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CW: description of violence/injury
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Description: Geralt learns a bit about Jaskierâs past, and realised he may not be the pampered rich kid he thought he was
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The path doesnât offer much in the way of privacy. Most of the time youâre sleeping outside after walking all day, so modesty tends to be thrown out the window pretty early on. Jaskier learnt this the hard way. Sure, he wasnât exactly used to the life of a noble anymore, but at the very least he usually managed to fall into bed with someone who didnât have to watch him bathe (although sometimes that was fun...).
Heâd been travelling with Geralt for just under 2 weeks when his resolve finally broke.
âGeralt!â He shouted at the man riding on top of a chestnut coloured mare. âI canât believe Iâm about to say this, but I need a bath. Is there a river or something near here?â
âFinally realised thereâs not many options for cleanliness out here?â Geralt smirked at him. He fucking smirked. As though heâd been waiting for this for days, which he probably had.
âYou donât have to look so smug about it, letâs just find somewhere and get it over with. I fear Iâm beginning to smell like one of those monsters you hunt.â
A few minutes later, Geralt walked them over to a small clearing with a stream nearby. He dismounted and began rooting through his bags for an apple for Roach. Meanwhile Jaskier, who cared more about being clean than being stark naked in front of another man, was already beginning to strip off his clothes and fold them on the grass. Geralt began to turn away to offer the bard at least a small amount of privacy, when he saw a messy scar on the left side of the bards chest. It looked as though it was from a knife, or possibly a sword. The bard looked no older than 18, how could someone have tried to kill him already?
He was pulled out of his thoughts by Jaskier rushing into the stream and dunking under the water. He quickly shook his head and carried on feeding Roach, trying to push down the feeling of...sadness? Was that the right word? It wasnât like he actually liked the bard. Just didnât particularly want him to die. Or get hurt. Or lose the best years of his life travelling with a Witcher when he could be playing at courts, he was more than talented enough.
Oh fuck, Geralt liked the bard.
âAre you going to ask, then?â Jaskier called from the stream, almost making Geralt flinch.
âAsk about what?â
âMy scar. I saw you staring. Iâm sure you of all people are used to being asked about things like that.â
Geralt tried not to cringe at that. He was used to it, his body was littered with scars from various monsters and people heâd encountered over the years. Itâs not something heâd wish on anybody.
âHow did it happen? Get into a fight over a doublet?â
Jaskier huffed a laugh at that. âNo, not quite. More of a family dispute, I suppose.â
Geralt watched Jaskier, indicating for him to continue.
The bard sighed, but carried on. âJaskier isnât my real name. My birth name is Julian Alfred Pankratz. Quite the mouthful, I know. I was also born with a title, Viscount of Lettenhove. Iâm a noble, or was a noble I suppose. My title isnât exactly mine anymore.â
The Witcher furrowed his eyebrows, wondering how one could just stop being a noble. Before he could ask, Jaskier continued his story.
âMy parents were horrid people at the best of times. Filled with resentment towards me and my sisters, always trying to get us to follow in their footsteps and do things their way. I just wanted to play music, I didnât want that responsibility or pressure.â Jaskier stopped speaking for a moment, his face turned towards the water below him as though he was trying to hide his emotion. Geralt wasnât sure if he knew that Witcherâs could sense it, and Geralt could feel his deep sadness. He thought it best not to mention it.
âI get my love of people from my mother. She was always incredibly social, both at parties and in her bed, so I didnât see much of her as a child. Not that I minded. But her habits made my father incredibly angry, as Iâm sure you can imagine. He started to question everything she did, mostly while he was drunk, including the legitimacy of his children. Iâm sure you can see where Iâm going with this.â
âHm.â Not the most articulate response, but Geralt didnât want Jaskier to feel as though he had to stop telling his story.
âOne night, after a particularly large amount of beer, my father confronted her about it while she was trying to introduce me to some Princess. No doubt trying to arrange a marriage of some sort. She was mortified, and they started screaming at eachother. Eventually sheâd had enough and claimed I wasnât his biological child in front of everyone. Needless to say he was angry and drunk and those things mixed with a knife doesnât exactly bode well.â He gestured to his chest. âSo I ran away, they disowned me, I almost died, and now Iâm a bard.â
He said that last sentence in such a blasĂŠ way compared to the rest of the story that Geralt couldnât stop the shocked expression that crept into his face.
âHow old were you?â Geralt asked.
â15. So Iâve been on my own for 3 years. Until I met you.â Jaskier smiled at Geralt before ducking his head under the water to rinse his hair. The corner of Geralts mouth turned up a little at that. He felt an overwhelming urge to protect the young troubadour. Something heâd not felt before.
As he watched Jaskier walk out of the stream and begin to dress, he vowed that the man would never be alone again.
And for a long time, he wasnât.
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