fly, zireael

This definitely isn’t how it happened but this pairing is such a meme lmao

“Do you know what your problem is? You appear to be something that you’re not. You flaunt your otherness, what you consider to be your abnormality. You impose this upon yourself, never understanding that for most ordinary people, you yourself are one of the most normal people who ever lived. What difference does it make that your reflexes are faster, that your pupils become vertical slits in the sun, that you can see in the dark like a cat and that you can cast whatever spells you know? What do I care? ”

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Started out making fun of how *Extra* young Geralt was, but then – as always in ye olde Discord – it got sad. 

Talkative, idealistic, dramatic? Perhaps the reason Jaskier gets under Geralt’s skin so much is because he’s uncomfortably familiar.

like, jaskier begins to tell yennefer an embarrassing story about his witcher and geralt just fucking tackles him to the floor two words in and jaskier can barely breathe because geralt weighs a ton but he’s also laughing and trying to kick geralt off who’s just covering his mouth and growling a “don’t you dare” which isn’t really that effective because he looks ridiculous sitting on the bard and covering his mouth like a child and then he goes “i dont care how much you lick my hand, jaskier, i’m not getting off until you promise not to tell” and yen’s just shaking her head at the two idiots.

and jaskier who grew up with several siblings, who knows that sometimes love is patching up wounds and sometimes love is causing wounds because no, dammit, you take that back, shithead

and he tries to reign that impulse in, at first, because geralt spends enough of his time getting beat up and also could kill jaskier with just his pinky finger, until one night after a hunt that’s left both of them melancholic and mopey, and jaskier has been drinking rather steadily, and he keeps trying to get geralt to laugh, or at least smile, and geralt just keeps huffing and rolling his eyes, and then somehow jaskier is shoving at him and pinning him to the floor and half-yelling “no, that was hilarious, dammit, admit it, admit i’m funny—”

and then he stills, realises what he’s doing, and there’s a beat, and he sees, with startling clarity considering how sober he isn’t, the way the awkwardnes could bloom between them, splinter them apart, so he just. doubles down. tries to force geralt’s hands over his head, angles a knee into his ribs, raises an eyebrow when geralt just lets him, “if you won’t admit i’m funny at least put some effort into—” he yelps as geralt flips him

something’s changed, in geralt’s expression, and he’s definitely still holding back somewhat but when jaskier rolls them again he grins and the next good while is a blur of movement and swearing and laughter