meet death sitting ch 4
Feb. 9th, 2020 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Jaskier saves the day again.
It’s not smut yet but it’s the bit after that where I realized I’m gonna have to change all my tags, so.
[ao3 link]
Jaskier turned the medallion over in his fingers. “Does this– I mean, it’s clearly functional, but besides being decorative, does it mean anything?”
“Yes,” Geralt said.
Jaskier waited, and raised an eyebrow at Geralt, who raised an eyebrow back. “Come on,” he said.
“I can’t tell Ciri to fuck off because she’s my daughter,” Geralt said, very clearly grumbling, “and now I can’t tell you to fuck off because I’ve horribly wronged you and then you saved my life twice in two days. This is the worst.”
“Is it the worst?” Jaskier asked, mildly satisfied. “Or would being dead with your obligation to your child surprise unfilled be worse?”
Geralt sighed, and sank down even lower in the water, managing to get his head underneath long enough to blow several bubbles before resurfacing and scrubbing his fingers through his hair, then down his face. “Fine,” he said. “You’re right. That’s the worst.”
“So you were an irredeemable asshole to me when last we met, and then last night’s reunion was a fucking horrorshow,” Jaskier said. “It fucking sucked, I had to flee for my life, and then you immediately forgot about it because your girlfriend showed up and saved the day. I get to be mad about it and be pushy and demanding today.”
“That’s not why I forgot,” Geralt said dourly, from his nearly-submerged position.
Jaskier saves the day again.
It’s not smut yet but it’s the bit after that where I realized I’m gonna have to change all my tags, so.
[ao3 link]
Jaskier turned the medallion over in his fingers. “Does this– I mean, it’s clearly functional, but besides being decorative, does it mean anything?”
“Yes,” Geralt said.
Jaskier waited, and raised an eyebrow at Geralt, who raised an eyebrow back. “Come on,” he said.
“I can’t tell Ciri to fuck off because she’s my daughter,” Geralt said, very clearly grumbling, “and now I can’t tell you to fuck off because I’ve horribly wronged you and then you saved my life twice in two days. This is the worst.”
“Is it the worst?” Jaskier asked, mildly satisfied. “Or would being dead with your obligation to your child surprise unfilled be worse?”
Geralt sighed, and sank down even lower in the water, managing to get his head underneath long enough to blow several bubbles before resurfacing and scrubbing his fingers through his hair, then down his face. “Fine,” he said. “You’re right. That’s the worst.”
“So you were an irredeemable asshole to me when last we met, and then last night’s reunion was a fucking horrorshow,” Jaskier said. “It fucking sucked, I had to flee for my life, and then you immediately forgot about it because your girlfriend showed up and saved the day. I get to be mad about it and be pushy and demanding today.”
“That’s not why I forgot,” Geralt said dourly, from his nearly-submerged position.
