disturb the universe
03 Jun 2020
It makes a certain kind of poetic sense, having a musician--who specializes in taking you somewhere else with his songs while you’re stuck here, in the present--playing outside of a bookshop--which specializes in selling pages bound together by the hundreds that transport you to other places, other times. This young man, this Jaskier, he’s bright, he’s cheerful, he’ll draw the eye, you won’t be able to be within a hundred feet of him and not be curious, and if there are curious people standing right by a shop of curious books and other curiosities, well, the idea makes a certain kind of business sense, too.
Geralt gives a nod, short, sharp. “Just don’t block the door. And don’t make me regret this.”
Jaskier claps his hands together and squeals in delight. “No, no, I won’t, I promise. You won’t! You won’t regret this.”
Or: Bookshop owner Geralt inexplicably, in what must be a fit of temporary madness induced by the early hour and not enough caffeine, allows musician Jaskier to play outside his shop. Somewhere along the way, he starts to fall in love.
- Part 1 of disturb the universe
27 Jun 2020
It should be irritating–the incessant noise, the press of the crowd, the confetti swirling in the air, the humidity lingering into the night and somehow finding a way inside. Geralt should be annoyed and irked and downright vexed.
He’s not, though. Because for him, there is only Jaskier. Nothing else, no one else, exists.
Jaskier captures all of Geralt’s attention. He’s magnetic; Geralt couldn’t possibly look away even if he wanted to, and oh, that’s the last thing he wants.
Or: Jaskier takes Geralt to his first Pride, and Geralt reflects on how very lucky he is. (Part of the bookshop universe, but it mostly stands alone, too.)
- Part 2 of disturb the universe
21 Jun 2020
Neither of them are strangers to sleepless nights. They both find it difficult to turn their noisy brains off, to wind down and sink into a restful slumber, so it’s not uncommon for the early morning hours to find Geralt folded in an armchair with a book open against his legs or staring off into space, to find Jaskier sprawled out on any flat surface scribbling away in his lyric notebook or lightly strumming his guitar to work out a chord progression. They’re both used to surfacing from a dream, blinking awake, and turning to see the other side of the bed empty, the rumpled sheets cool to the touch.
Or: Geralt listens in while Jaskier composes during the early morning hours. He hears something that is unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome. (Part of the bookshop universe, but it can stand alone.)
- Part 3 of disturb the universe
02 Aug 2020
“Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait one minute.” Ciri again looks back and forth between her mother and Triss, her eyes wide, an absolutely giant grin blossoming across her face. “Dad’s making up a ruse to take me shopping so I can help him put together a Look for the world premiere of his boyfriend’s new string quartet?”
Triss smiles. Yennefer smirks. Ciri screeches.
“That is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life!”
Or: Geralt, apprehensive about attending the world premiere of a string quartet that Jaskier has composed, enlists Ciri's help in picking the perfect outfit. Ciri is all too delighted to assist.
- Part 4 of disturb the universe