Geralt doesn't need to ask twice, Jaskier and Pegasus are right beside him carrying the same urgency and desire to get the hell out of here. He doesn't even attempt to get any details, only asking "Nilfgaard?" to confirm his guess before falling silent again, memories of his captivity slowly returning to him.
There's still no fear in him - he never fears anything, not when he's Geralt. But other emotions do sneak into his mind and keep his scent less sweet: worry, mostly; anger too. A bit of sorrow. Will these fuckers never give up? It isn't even about their interrupted sex (although that definitely adds to the frustration), it's about the pain and destruction they're causing everywhere. To Cintra, to Cirilla, to Geralt...
(to his very own skin)
With Queen Calanthe out of the picture, will anyone ever be able to stop them? Not a thought he should be entertaining right now.
(his mind is suddenly very aware of the scars he'd been ignoring all this time)
They push harder than they had already been pushing, wanting to lose any possible trackers behind. It's the incredibly hard cold and white snow that keep Jaskier from talking now, his mouth protected behind the collar of Geralt's (now his) black cloak. The fatigue too, since they aren't stopping unless the horses need it. The road to Kaer Morhen is as treacherous as the witcher had warned him, and Jaskier tries his best to convince Pegasus to just follow Roach's lead instead of depending on his rider.
When the hunting cabin finally comes in sight, Jaskier could almost sing his thanks to all the gods above.
In a very unusual Jaskier gesture, he doesn't run inside right away - the Nilfgaard worry is still fresh in his mind. Instead, he turns to Geralt as he uncovers his mouth, voice a whisper.
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There's still no fear in him - he never fears anything, not when he's Geralt. But other emotions do sneak into his mind and keep his scent less sweet: worry, mostly; anger too. A bit of sorrow. Will these fuckers never give up? It isn't even about their interrupted sex (although that definitely adds to the frustration), it's about the pain and destruction they're causing everywhere. To Cintra, to Cirilla, to Geralt...
(to his very own skin)
With Queen Calanthe out of the picture, will anyone ever be able to stop them? Not a thought he should be entertaining right now.
(his mind is suddenly very aware of the scars he'd been ignoring all this time)
They push harder than they had already been pushing, wanting to lose any possible trackers behind. It's the incredibly hard cold and white snow that keep Jaskier from talking now, his mouth protected behind the collar of Geralt's (now his) black cloak. The fatigue too, since they aren't stopping unless the horses need it. The road to Kaer Morhen is as treacherous as the witcher had warned him, and Jaskier tries his best to convince Pegasus to just follow Roach's lead instead of depending on his rider.
When the hunting cabin finally comes in sight, Jaskier could almost sing his thanks to all the gods above.
In a very unusual Jaskier gesture, he doesn't run inside right away - the Nilfgaard worry is still fresh in his mind. Instead, he turns to Geralt as he uncovers his mouth, voice a whisper.
"All clear?"