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    When the days shorten and the trees shrug off their rusty coats Jaskier knows it is time to head towards Oxenfurt. They are somewhere in Temeria on their way to the little village of Anchor. Any day now, Geralt will feel a particular chill in the air and instinctively steer them towards the Pontar. There, Jaskier will steel himself and make some noise about the cold or the stinginess of the crowd – a prelude to his annual soliloquy about how it is about time he heads towards the harbouring arms of the university and its candelabra’d comforts: sans dirt, sans drowner guts, and sans Witcher.

    He strums his lute and sings, “Oh White Wolf, I fear if you do not hear my plea for an ear to my woe, I shall have to go bare, and just so we’re clear, my pants’ll be the first things to go.”

    Roach huffs, and a coin comes sailing towards him, hitting him in the forehead.

    “Fucking ow, you fuck.”

    Geralt snorts. “Just tossing a coin to my barker.”

    Jaskier is going to miss him so much.

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    Dear Reader, I present to you a tale of love, the value of faith and communication, and quite a ridiculous amount of horse content.

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    17 Jan 2021

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    O, beautiful

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    “How did you manage,” asked Geralt, with infinite patience and only a desire to know the facts, and not at all a little meanhearted glee, “to insult a sorcerer while his tongue was down your throat?”

    Don’t make me recount the entire sordid affair, Geralt,” said Jaskier, with a surprising note of desperation breaking through his gruff monotone. “I’m already having a rather shit day and all I’ve done so far is wake up.”

    “In my body,” said Geralt.

    “Yes,” said Jaskier, with the insolent cadence that was unmistakably Jaskier’s, but in Geralt’s voice, emerging from Geralt’s face and frame.

    “And I’ve got yours,” said Geralt, from Jaskier’s.

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    Éponine made a point of hating a cappella. She just attended ABC concerts for Marius. And somehow she ended up ushering. And running sound. And watching the alcoholic assistant pitch fawn over their glorious leader. And trying to figure out what the heck is going on with the jolly one, the bald one, and the scary girl with dimples. Éponine has problems of her own, you know.

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    09 Apr 2015

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    Sometimes strength is being able to tell someone they've been wrong about you all along.

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    24 Mar 2015

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    !!!!!!!!!

  5. Public Bookmark 48

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    Enjolras is really bad at sexting.

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    07 Jan 2014

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