Jaskier has great news.
He has decided to enter Roach in some equestrian competitions.
Geralt takes this very seriously.
For Roach will be the best horse
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Jaskier has great news.
He has decided to enter Roach in some equestrian competitions.
Geralt takes this very seriously.
For Roach will be the best horse

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I want a post mountain break-up fic where Roach is mad at Geralt and making it difficult for him, like ‘oh you want to keep going today, hmm not me Imma sit my horse ass down and not move’ or ‘you want to go the opposite direction than Jaskier’s scent? Too bad I only know that way’ and even though she’s a horse, she’s roach so she gives Geralt ‘I’m disappointed in you’ looks
SON OF A BITCH 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Geralt and Roach in Brokilon.
the witch and her cottage, part 2 - geralt of rivia x reader
the witch and her cottage, part 2
ciri's pov. (takes place after the ending of season 1, episode 8. yennifer exists in this, but not as geralts love interest but as his best friend)
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As she walks toward us, out of the corner of my eye, my gaze falls sideways to Geralt, who also wears a grin on his lips. "Gera... oh, hello, Roach, what a pleasure to catch sight of you again," she says as her hand gently strokes the nose of Geralt's faithful mare. At that moment, Roach seems to enjoy the tender touch, and I feel an invisible bond forming between the two. After a few precious moments, she gently disengages from Roach and takes a few steps back. She looks to Geralt, "Oh Geralt," she grins, "it's good to see you again as well." A smile plays around his lips as she pulls him into a warm embrace, which he returns without hesitation. As they break free from the embrace, hergaze shifts towards me, her luminous (y/e/c) eyes studying me intently. "Oh, and you must be Ciri; I've heard so much about you," she whisper, her words hitting me like the sound of an ancient spell. I furrow my brow, and inside my head, my thoughts start to dance wildly. My gaze returns to Geralt once more, who meets my look with a faint grin. "I am, by the way, (y/n)," her voice once again captures my attention, pulling me back from the dizzying expanse of thoughts into the here and now. "I am filled with joy to finally meet you."Curiosity overtakes me, and I inquire, "How do you know Geralt?"A mysterious smile graces her lips as she replies, "I’ll tell you this story later. For now, let's make our way inside; it's about to get uncomfortable out here."As if in response to an invisible signal, Geralt and I both turn our gazes sky, which has once again been swallowed by dark clouds. The howling of the wind, previously just a faint whisper, now pierces our ears louder and more menacingly.

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"enjoy your last walk across the meadow and through the mist. be not afraid of her, for she is your friend..."
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I caught this nice little screencap by accident and thought I'd share. Do with it what you will!
A Roach by Any Other Name
The horse is a metaphor. A meaning. It is about the horse, it begins with the horse, but in the end the horse is but a vessel.
"Where's Roach?"
Jaskier's steps falter. Outside the cells there is no burnt copper fur, no safety in familiarity. Not pert ears pinned back in generic disinterest.
The horse is black, not chestnut. Stocky, not sleek. He, not she, and he greets Jaskier with perked ears and a friendly sound, warm and welcoming where The Roach Before would've nipped the shaky hand reaching forwards.
His shaky hand.
"Hello, you."
He cannot say it. Cannot speak the name; gift it to this twisted reflection, this shadow of the former. Not now. That would make it real, one more change like one more leaf falling, forcing autumn into winter.
"Did she suffer?"
There's only one reason the horse would be black, not chestnut. Stocky, not sleek. He, not she. Geralt pauses long before answering.
"I made it quick. In the end."
The horse is a metaphor. A vessel. Jaskier wonders if there's some greater importance at work.
The horse is different. And so is Jaskier. Both darker, both different, both wearing the name of one who came before them. Geralt killed them both; the Befores. Maybe this was Destiny's play. They both had to die, they both had to be born anew.
They are no longer the Befores. They are the Afters.
He breathes.
"Well then. Its nice to meet you, Roach."