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Geralt z Rivii ([personal profile] gynvael) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2021-11-09 02:23 pm

[ CLOSED ] hands like skeleton bones

Who: Geralt + the Queen, Yennefer, Various
When: After Nov. 12
Where: Castle Thorne, Nott, Cadens
What: Geralt goes on an Adventure and has a great time
Warnings: Blood, violence, trauma



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THORNE: the queen + yennefer | kylo | mal | jolene
NOTT: julie | nadine | lloyd
CADENS: jaskier + sam | sam | ciri | jaskier



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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-12-06 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[It is with an absolute exhaustion, and Sam's insistence, that Jaskier made it to a bed at all. He only barely manages to send Ciri a Geralt's at Sam's. He's alive. Goodnight. It's not so much a slipping into sleep as stepping straight off a cliff to dive into it. Every part of him is sore, but it's... in a way, perhaps a good sore.

He doesn't feel so charitable about it when he wakes some hours and hours later, with a groan. His whole arm is a big lump of scar and ache, and as he turns over to rub it, his knee kicks into. Something.

He opens his eyes to a sorry sight.]


Ugh. I hope this isn't some new habit of yours, watching me sleep. [He sits up with a wince, his voice quite rough in comparison to its usual melody.] Though I'm sure you ached terribly to see this face of mine, all these days past.
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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-12-06 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[What a compliment. Still, it falls into the air naturally, without lingering. Jaskier rubs both of his eyes, wiping sleep and possibly dried blood and other things from them; between dragging Geralt to Sam's and healing him as much as he could, he'd hardly time for a bath. And that fact makes itself known by the tackiness to his skin, and possibly the smell of blood still attached to him.

At least he'd managed to crawl out of the bloodied shirt he'd been wearing, throwing it to the floor.

Jaskier drops his hands and looks at his friend. Really looking at him. His eyes tick over across his body, taking in what he has learned over the very long years between them. Jaskier doesn't bother asking how he is -- the answer will be something like "Like shit," or, if Geralt's feeling particularly funny, "Fresh as a rose," but what says the most is that he is here, sitting on the edge of Jaskier's bed, instead of passed out somewhere else.

Funny. This is now far from the first time he's woken up to find Geralt perched on this exact spot.

Thanking him is different, at least. Enough so that it grounds him in this moment, and not the one weeks ago, when he'd woken from the dreams of the potion.]


Is that all you have to say to me? [The question is without true bite, and even after he says it, Jaskier smiles. Relief alone can be such a crushing weight, somehow harder to bear than worry when he has no flash of chemicals in his body to keep it going past his limits.

Now he's sore, with a headache, with heavy limbs and a pulled muscle in his shoulder. He needs a bath, a massage, and a soak, possibly in that order.]


Come here, you lout. [Jaskier moves the blankets off of him and opens his arms. He doesn't ask for permission, as he never has. He closes them around Geralt, squeezing him tight -- at least, only tight enough he tears no stitches in his back. His face presses into the Witcher's shoulder and though he positively reeks, it is exquisitely familiar. A heart comes together, made whole again.] You don't have to thank me.
Edited 2021-12-06 23:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-12-07 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Jaskier would bap him upside the head had he the energy for that, so he simply lets the comment slide without complaint in return. It's enough to hold the oaf again; enough to know that Geralt would not be sitting here if his condition were dire. In the moment, it doesn't bloody matter what happened to him after leaving Nott.

He lets him go, his eyes dropping to the chains around Geralt's neck. Two, now. The medallion Jaskier himself had made for him, and --

He glances back up. Ah. Has the old dog learned a new trick, picking up some sort of bedside manner from Nadine? Impossible. Yet Jaskier drowns the cup gratefully, his throat soothed. It doesn't help everything else, but... well. Here they are. Feeling like shit together.]


Did you? [He huffs a breath. It was one of many things he'd considered himself. If Geralt was not conscious, or too weak... even the Horizon could not help them. He doesn't want to bring that up, either, though he understands the underlying confession.] I went to look for one. [He pauses, throat growing tight. And yet, he found things. Things he was not prepared for. (It would not be fair to bring it up now.)]

I took your friend. Amos. [And now he looks up, and insult leaks into his voice, yet somehow it's teasing, prodding, despite it.] I cannot believe you never mentioned me. How could you? The man probably thinks I'm off my rocker, trying to claim you and your dusty old fortress.

[And easy as that, he slips back into their old ways. (Even if he feels nearly sick with the relief.)]
Edited 2021-12-07 04:53 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-12-07 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
He did strike me as that sort. [Amos, in fact, didn't seem to be bothered by much. Until, well.

It's not his place to try to understand, considering he knows little of him. There's enough that he could make an educated guess, what it meant. Something similar to what Geralt's --

He looks up sharply, a frown creasing his brows, until it smooths out. Where he'd only been teasing Geralt a bit (all right, he was actually offended Geralt hadn't mentioned him, considering his talent and delightful personality and the inevitable fact he tends to get involved in everything in Geralt's life), he hadn't expected such a serious response.

Or that response at all.

Jaskier's frown softens, and he smiles. Another huff.]
You're right. [For the first time ever, maybe.] I missed you, old friend.

[And his penchant for constant corrections as well. He reaches for the chains at Geralt's chest, moving aside the pendant he'd given the Witcher for the one behind it. As he'd thought.] I'm glad you didn't come home empty-handed.
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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-12-08 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Not easily gotten, then. He'd imagined, somehow, it was as simple as asking someone like Ronan -- but that was a bit ridiculous considering the circumstances, wasn't it? Jaskier sets asides the questions he wants to ask to allow the Witcher the quiet he'll likely not find much elsewhere. Geralt knows they all want answers. And he'll give them, as he does, in time.

Jaskier will return the favor. He'll tell Geralt what he found in Kaer Morhen that he didn't mean to. What it means. Perhaps they won't even reach that topic at all.

It's enough to see him again. That despite their conflicts in the past, and surely the future, it is enough to have him nearby. (Funny, when their absences from each other had been their own sort of delight: the promise of a fire-warmed winter and plenty of bodies and drink in Oxenfurt. Then the coming of spring, where he would find the Witcher again, somewhere, on the path, and it was always with a celebratory anticipation in his heart.)]


Hilarious, as always. I see your level of effort with humor has neither risen nor fallen.

[So the medallion is like the one from the Continent. Just to test it, Jaskier places his palm over it, growing a sweet little buttercup in his other hand.

He reaches to tuck it behind Geralt's ear. It's not a reunion if he doesn't do something to annoy him.]
How's the old knee? Give me another day, I think I can heal the rest. Yes, yes. You're welcome.
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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-12-10 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Jaskier purses his lips primly.] Yes, strained it. That must be it.

[He can guess how it got to the state it had been in, actually. Either it had been a target of whatever happened to him -- for something most assuredly had -- or he'd slipped and hit it upon a rock or some other object.

He sighs. It's a topic for another day. As it is, Jaskier is only just beginning to ease the fingers that have clenched around his heart for the last few weeks. He truly... there were moments where he was not sure. He was not sure they really would find him again.

And truthfully, they didn't. They did not find him. Geralt found them on his own. In the end, there was nothing they could do.]


I didn't spend all that time doing nothing, you know. [As if it was only another break between their meetings. The winter on the Path. Though winter often lasted much longer, and he's no longer sure it ever really comes to Cadens.

The flower looks absolutely ridiculous on him. It truly does say enough that he leaves it there.

Jaskier slides over, patting the space of the bed beside him.]
You might as well get more sleep without Sam's proddings while you can.