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    Geralt stared down into the ravine and the glittering rocks below and wished the rumors of the Witcher’s missing emotions were true. He wished for a lot of things, then, staring down at the smear of blue silk stained red.

    None of them came true.
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    On a hunt that goes bad, Geralt is forced to imagine a world where his bard will no longer walk at his side.

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    After a fight, Geralt tends to Jaskier's wounds. It's but a small scratch, but it reveals something else. Something Geralt has avoided thinking about: Time.
    Yet, Jaskier will have none of that overly-worried Witcher-dramatic.

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    Jaskier and Geralt in a bathtub. Because it seems in this fandom bathtubs are some special place where most of the deep conversations happen.

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    It’s hard to tell what Jaskier's thinking, his back still turned towards Geralt, but if anything his shoulders relax more, and then he brings his hand down and begins to trace his fingers lightly over the back of the doppler’s in little circles. Geralt can only watch, transfixed by the way the bard’s fingers dance over the top of his hand. No – he reminds himself – not his hand. The doppler’s hand. Which just happens to look a lot like his hand.

    A routine hunt takes longer than anticipated, and Geralt returns to find Jaskier sharing a table with a face-stealing monster. He needs to get the bard away from the doppler, but Jaskier appears to have very different intentions for the person he thinks is Geralt of Rivia.

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    27 Jan 2020

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    The horse was pacing. In the moonlight, he truly looked the part of his name - a ghost among the living. He was light on his feet, too, and Jaskier tried to imagine a saddle on his back. 

    He couldn’t. 

    Jaskier took a few steps closer, lingering a couple of feet away from the fence. The gelding paused in his pacing to look at him, standing utterly still across the pen. He pawed at the ground suddenly, but when Jaskier didn’t speak or move he calmed. 

    They watched each other like that for a few minutes, just breathing. 

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    Vignettes of life together - an old friend visits, Jaskier meets his horse, and some serious conversations are (sort of) had.

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    26 Jan 2020

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    Jaskier is throwing up flowers and refuses to tell Geralt who has afflicted him so. As Geralt grapples with Jaskier's impending death, he comes to terms with a few things himself.

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    “Who’s the unlucky woman?” Geralt asks, stepping into the firelight. 

    Jaskier starts, dandelions spilling from his hands. He hastily brushes them away. “Gods, Geralt, must you always sneak up on me? This is why you have an image problem, you know. Don’t get me wrong, the whole tall, dark, and murderous vibe is fantastic -- really brings out the color of your eyes -- but the skulking tips you firmly into the realm of, well, somewhat unhinged.” 

    Geralt only glares at Jaskier, waiting for him to tire himself out, and sets about roasting the fowl.

    “Anyway, killing my beloved won’t cure me,” Jaskier continues blithely, “so don’t even think about it. Not all problems can be solved by whacking away at them with those oversized butter knives you carry around.” He settles cross-legged next to the fire with his lute balanced across his knees and strums a few chords.

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