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A Quiet Moment by MarvelousMoose
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
03 Mar 2022
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Summary
After everything that happened with the Deathless Mother, Jaskier needs a moment alone to breathe. But, the last thing he expected was Geralt to be lurking in the shadows.
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Jaskier grinned. Geralt had become fatherly and it suited him very well. Hope rang for his Witcher yet.
Then, his grin faltered. “Wait a minute, you didn’t compliment my music just because you were trying to soften me up did you? Because I recall a certain moment where you said my music was, and I quote, ‘like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling’.”
Geralt grimaced and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. “Of course not. That was a moment I’m not proud of. I hadn't slept in days and then I almost got you killed with the Djinn. Another moment I owe you an apology for.”
Jaksier hadn’t intended to make Geralt feel worse and, in reality, Jaskier had practically asked for the attack to happen as he held the Djinn hostage.
“These things do happen,” Jaskier tried to ease Geralt’s mind, “I think we both made some questionable decisions that day. But we’re adults, we’ve moved on, and you’re entirely forgiven.”
The tension on Geralt’s face faded. “I truly don’t deserve your friendship, Jask. But, I’m trying to be better. I want to be a better role model for Ciri and a better friend to you. I know I’ve taken advantage of our friendship in the past.”
Jaskier felt tears well up in his eyes and his vision blurred. “Geralt of Rivia, you big softie. I always knew you had a heart deep inside of you.”
Geralt gave a quiet hmm but his face held a slight smile.
“It’s my turn to ask the questions,” Geralt began as he changed the subject, “what are you doing in an abandoned room at the end of a hall?”
Jaskier sighed, nervously picking at his lute he rescued from the floor after he fell. “In all honesty, I just needed to get away. I feel like I get in everyone’s way, so I removed myself from the situation. I figured I’d be more helpful that way.”
Geralt’s head flicked toward him sharply, his golden eyes a flash of confusion. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re not in anyone’s way. You help in more ways than you know.”
Jaskier gave a bitter laugh. “Right, because I helped so much during the fight. Or during the clean-up. I may be strong, but I don’t have a Witcher’s strength like the rest of you.”
“Jaskier,” Geralt said, his voice firm, “you don’t honestly believe that do you? There was nothing you could do in that fight. Even I barely withstood the Deathless Mother’s powers. And you have been plenty helpful. Helpfulness is not only measured in physical strength. I’ve seen how you’ve been keeping Ciri busy, tending to the horses and showing her how to play your lute. I haven’t had much time with her these last few days, so I appreciate your stepping in.”
Warmth spread through Jaskier’s chest. He was wanted, needed, and that felt greater than he would admit. Somehow, he managed to keep his cool as he replied.
“Oh, please, it’s nothing. I’m afraid I bore her half the time, with my talk of poetry and the workings of my lute.”
Geralt chuckled. “I know for a fact you’re wrong. Ciri likes you. She told me as much the other day. Somehow the girl has gotten it into her head that you're funny and she is enthralled by your music. I haven't seen her so elated in a while. You bring the best out of her Jaskier, just like you do with everyone else.”
Heat rose in Jaskier’s cheeks and the tips of his ears burned. “Honestly Geralt, I don’t even recognize you! I surely thought you would melt from so much emotion.”
Geralt glared, but after their emotion-filled conversation it only brought him so far. “Shut up, Jaskier.”
Jaksier smiled, despite the words, and picked up his lute. He pulled it over his shoulder so it laid by his side once more.
He appreciated what Geralt had said. The fact that Ciri enjoyed their lessons made his heart swell with pride. He always wanted to teach children how to play music, so the fact that she found herself interested when he talked of his craft, instead of bored like many adults he talked to, brought Jaskier a new found happiness.
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The Witcher
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Poor Jaskier 😫