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cw // necromancy
as soon as the spell settles, jaskier collapses to the ground, panting from the exertion of channeling energy into it. he digs his fingers into the dirt, keeping his eyes closed for a moment longer.
he almost doesn't want to know if it worked.
"jaskier?" https://twitter.com/scandalousloki/status/1321576296326025218
as soon as the spell settles, jaskier collapses to the ground, panting from the exertion of channeling energy into it. he digs his fingers into the dirt, keeping his eyes closed for a moment longer.
he almost doesn't want to know if it worked.
"jaskier?" https://twitter.com/scandalousloki/status/1321576296326025218
his head shoots up at the sound of his name in /that voice/, the one he's missed forâgods, how many years has it been, now?âand it feels like a punch in the gut.
before him is geraltâhis white wolf, his witcherâjust as he'd been the last time jaskier had seen him.
before him is geraltâhis white wolf, his witcherâjust as he'd been the last time jaskier had seen him.
there's a terrible, gaping hole in his side from where the godsdamned fucking /pitchfork/ had gotten him, his shirt ragged and bloodstained. his face is gaunt and pale, sickly, and he's so much thinner than he should be, but.
but he's /here/. he's /alive/.
sort of, anyway.
but he's /here/. he's /alive/.
sort of, anyway.
those gold eyes land on him, brow creased, and jaskier feels his heart give a little flip at the familiar, missed expression.
"what the fuck have you done."
despite the harsh tone, geralt welcomes him easily into his arms when jaskier throws himself at him, holding onto him.
"what the fuck have you done."
despite the harsh tone, geralt welcomes him easily into his arms when jaskier throws himself at him, holding onto him.
"just a bit of necromancy," jaskier says breathlessly, blinking away the tears in his eyes. "don't worry about it."
"necromancy? jaskâ"
"i told you," he interrupts, leaning back to look into his witcher's beautiful eyes once again. gods, he's missed this man so much.
"necromancy? jaskâ"
"i told you," he interrupts, leaning back to look into his witcher's beautiful eyes once again. gods, he's missed this man so much.
"i told you i'd bring you back to me," he says softly. "you're not leaving me, geralt of riviaâever."
geralt's gaze goes soft, and he holds jaskier tighter, leans into the way jaskier cups his cheeks. a smile curls at the corner of his lips.
geralt's gaze goes soft, and he holds jaskier tighter, leans into the way jaskier cups his cheeks. a smile curls at the corner of his lips.
"you're a stubborn son of a bitch," he says fondly, and jaskier smiles at him.
"i'm in love," he corrects, and leans in to swallow geralt's first laugh in too long.
// end thread
"i'm in love," he corrects, and leans in to swallow geralt's first laugh in too long.
// end thread
