How is it that Geralt can play so easily with his emotions?
Jaskier loves openly and freely, leaving a little piece of his heart with every person he shares his affections with. Crushes and heartbreak both come and go everyday, a breeze that is never the same keeps this bird flying. His heart is worn in his sleeve, so it's not hard to stab it, yet not many people have managed to truly leave a mark bigger than a pleasant memory of the past. One had been the Countess, but even her Jaskier managed to move on from.
The other is, of course, Geralt. The witcher only needs to say a word, and Jaskier will be on his knees for him. Wolf fangs have pierced his heart and never let go. There's an irony in there, he knows, quite a hypocritical one, because 'becoming an idiot over the one you pine after' is something he's always made fun of Geralt for. Speaking of...
Here it is, the wolf playing with his emotions. You deserve more makes him melt and puts a smile on his face that matches the sweet scent of giddiness over a compliment... and all that quickly goes south when Geralt adds the rest of this thoughts. Because here he is, having opened his heart with song, having allowed a bunch of teenagers deconstruct the most melancholic and poetic love confession he's ever written...
And Geralt decides to talk about bloody Yennefer of fucking Vengerberg.
It's a conversation that Jaskier knows they need to have, and he's been saving it for the right moment. He definitely doesn't want her to be a shadow between them, he wouldn't start something with Geralt properly without her out of the picture. But reuniting hadn't been the right time, cuddling hadn't been the right time, and Geralt finally realizing Jaskier's feelings isn't the best moment either. In fact, it's the worst moment possible in the history of bad moments.
I tell you I love you, yet you still think of her.
The book Jaskier had picked up to pretend he was putting his things in order is suddenly dropped on the desk with a blam. His scent gets bitter and angry, his hands tremble as he raises his arms to open them wide.
"How observant of you, Geralt of Rivia! Yes, of course I fucking hate her!" Thank goodness Geralt has closed the door and the classrooms are designed not to let much noise in or out for the sake of the classes, otherwise this would get nasty quickly. Jaskier isn't exactly keeping his voice down. "She threatened my dick and put a knife against my THROAT! She takes pleasure in reminding me that I'm getting OLD!"
So it's not only because of you. I dislike her for myself, too.
"She shows up and only needs to snap her fingers-" He does exactly that. "-to have you following her around like a lovesick puppy! Meanwhile, your best friend in the whole world needs to blackmail you with food, women and wine just so you come spend some recreational time with him."
So it's not only over a love triangle. Our friendship suffered because of her, too.
Sighing and suddenly feeling utterly tired, Jaskier rubs his face with both hands as he lets his thighs and ass rest against the desk, not trusting his legs anymore. They've been doing so good, why are they arguing again? Ah, because of her. Obviously. Whatever you want - fuck, has he read it all wrong? Has he been an idiot after all?
"And then... she just leaves, as easily and uncaring as she barged in, leaving chaos behind her. And I'm the fool that stays behind, picking up the pieces of an imbecile of a broken witcher that won't hear me out."
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Jaskier loves openly and freely, leaving a little piece of his heart with every person he shares his affections with. Crushes and heartbreak both come and go everyday, a breeze that is never the same keeps this bird flying. His heart is worn in his sleeve, so it's not hard to stab it, yet not many people have managed to truly leave a mark bigger than a pleasant memory of the past. One had been the Countess, but even her Jaskier managed to move on from.
The other is, of course, Geralt. The witcher only needs to say a word, and Jaskier will be on his knees for him. Wolf fangs have pierced his heart and never let go. There's an irony in there, he knows, quite a hypocritical one, because 'becoming an idiot over the one you pine after' is something he's always made fun of Geralt for. Speaking of...
Here it is, the wolf playing with his emotions. You deserve more makes him melt and puts a smile on his face that matches the sweet scent of giddiness over a compliment... and all that quickly goes south when Geralt adds the rest of this thoughts. Because here he is, having opened his heart with song, having allowed a bunch of teenagers deconstruct the most melancholic and poetic love confession he's ever written...
And Geralt decides to talk about bloody Yennefer of fucking Vengerberg.
It's a conversation that Jaskier knows they need to have, and he's been saving it for the right moment. He definitely doesn't want her to be a shadow between them, he wouldn't start something with Geralt properly without her out of the picture. But reuniting hadn't been the right time, cuddling hadn't been the right time, and Geralt finally realizing Jaskier's feelings isn't the best moment either. In fact, it's the worst moment possible in the history of bad moments.
I tell you I love you, yet you still think of her.
The book Jaskier had picked up to pretend he was putting his things in order is suddenly dropped on the desk with a blam. His scent gets bitter and angry, his hands tremble as he raises his arms to open them wide.
"How observant of you, Geralt of Rivia! Yes, of course I fucking hate her!" Thank goodness Geralt has closed the door and the classrooms are designed not to let much noise in or out for the sake of the classes, otherwise this would get nasty quickly. Jaskier isn't exactly keeping his voice down. "She threatened my dick and put a knife against my THROAT! She takes pleasure in reminding me that I'm getting OLD!"
So it's not only because of you. I dislike her for myself, too.
"She shows up and only needs to snap her fingers-" He does exactly that. "-to have you following her around like a lovesick puppy! Meanwhile, your best friend in the whole world needs to blackmail you with food, women and wine just so you come spend some recreational time with him."
So it's not only over a love triangle. Our friendship suffered because of her, too.
Sighing and suddenly feeling utterly tired, Jaskier rubs his face with both hands as he lets his thighs and ass rest against the desk, not trusting his legs anymore. They've been doing so good, why are they arguing again? Ah, because of her. Obviously. Whatever you want - fuck, has he read it all wrong? Has he been an idiot after all?
"And then... she just leaves, as easily and uncaring as she barged in, leaving chaos behind her. And I'm the fool that stays behind, picking up the pieces of an imbecile of a broken witcher that won't hear me out."