[ It's inevitable that Jaskier will come. In a way, Geralt looks forward to the distraction. Fuck, he could use anything other than sitting in this damn cell, crammed in with a man who seems almost relieved he's at death's door and a vampire who's seen far too much between the tunnels and now. This.
But he also knows Jaskier will want to talk. Will try to talk. More than that, he's aware he owes his friend some answers. For all that he'd rather avoid the topic, he can't any longer. Especially not after he's made Jaskier promise to leave him if there's a chance of returning to find the princess. That's a ship that's long sailed now. A door he's accepted is no longer open.
They end up in the library. Geralt follows the bard like he's supposed to under the watchful eyes of the guards. Lets Jaskier pile tomes in his arms. Carries them all into a corner table, where he stacks them so that they make something close to a wall of privacy. He should be focused on getting out of here. Things feel like they've reached a boiling point. And the Horizon—
Cirilla.
He reaches for one of the texts, flipping it open. Jaskier has claimed he's here to carry books and assist in taking notes, so that's what Geralt is doing while they search for actual information at the same time. Meeting inside the Horizon is a possibility that's crossed his mind, but. Shit. For the moment, he doesn't want to go back. Not yet. Jaskier can't fucking meditate to save his life, anyway. He's silent, for the most part. If there are things Jaskier wants to know, he'll have to start the conversation himself. ]
jaskier.
But he also knows Jaskier will want to talk. Will try to talk. More than that, he's aware he owes his friend some answers. For all that he'd rather avoid the topic, he can't any longer. Especially not after he's made Jaskier promise to leave him if there's a chance of returning to find the princess. That's a ship that's long sailed now. A door he's accepted is no longer open.
They end up in the library. Geralt follows the bard like he's supposed to under the watchful eyes of the guards. Lets Jaskier pile tomes in his arms. Carries them all into a corner table, where he stacks them so that they make something close to a wall of privacy. He should be focused on getting out of here. Things feel like they've reached a boiling point. And the Horizon—
Cirilla.
He reaches for one of the texts, flipping it open. Jaskier has claimed he's here to carry books and assist in taking notes, so that's what Geralt is doing while they search for actual information at the same time. Meeting inside the Horizon is a possibility that's crossed his mind, but. Shit. For the moment, he doesn't want to go back. Not yet. Jaskier can't fucking meditate to save his life, anyway. He's silent, for the most part. If there are things Jaskier wants to know, he'll have to start the conversation himself. ]