in honor of Umbrella Academy season 2: my Chaos Twunks
There are two of them when Geralt gets back to the table. Jaskier, of course, and...another bard? The new man canât be more than three years Jaskâs senior and his outfit is ridiculous. His pants, made of a similar material to Geraltâs it looks like, are laced up the sides, from ankle to just under his ass. His shirt has no sleeves and neither does his green, pocket-covered jacket.Â
He looks like trouble.
âWhoâs this?â Geralt grunts, gesturing vaguely at this new âfriendâ.
âOh, you were right,â the man beams. His eyes are rimmed with messy kohl and Geralt can see that there are tattoos on the palms of his hands, unreadable at this angle. Perhaps they are runes of some kind. âHis voice is sexy when heâs nervous.â
âI told you.â Jaskier looks from the stranger to Geralt, smiling widely the whole time. âKlaus, this is Geralt. Geralt, please meet my friend, Klaus. Heâs from a different reality entirely.â
âHmm.â
âOh, very scary,â Klaus teases, squinting his eyes like Geralt is a baby cat and not a Witcher. âOnly Iâve seen my world end twice. Youâre not that scary, pal.â
âKlaus can speak with the dead,â Jaskier grins. Itâs a shit-eating one.
âHmm.â
âWhy are there so many phantom horses following you around?â
âWh-what?â Geralt splutters, spitting half a mouthful of good ale onto the tabletop.Â
âThereâs a fucking battalion of horses hanging around outside. Theyâre chilling out with that brown mare; is that your horse?â
âYeah. Roach.â
âTheyâre all Roach. Do you only have one horse name!? Thatâs tragic!â
âItâs practical.â
âJasky, sweetie, you could do better,â Klaus pouts, patting the back of Jaskierâs hand. Geraltâs chest fills with jealous rage but he tamps it down. Klaus glances back over his shoulder and chuckles, as if heâs just heard a funny joke. Only thereâs no one there. âOh, shit, Ben. Youâre totally right. This is no time for meddling in their affairs. I guess we should probably head back.â
Jaskierâs smile never wavers. As if this whole one-way conversation between Klaus and some empty air is normal. Thatâs not normal. Geralt is three seconds away from drawing his sword when Klaus turns to peck Jaskier on the cheek. âSee you around, darling.â
âDo come visit,â Jaskier urges. And then...Klaus is gone. Poof. Like he was never there at all.
âJaskier.â
âYes, Geralt, darling?â
âWhat the fuck?â
âI donât know, but he seems nice. Maybe heâll pop by again. Said heâs from somewhere called America and that he attended some prestigious magic school there.â
âHmm. Warn me next time heâs coming to visit.â
âWell thatâs the best part about Klaus, love. I never know when heâs going to visit. Itâs always Hello and Goodbye, usually fifteen minutes apart.â














