MOONLIGHT - a Geraskier fic
Jaskier had always seemed larger than life, different, almost magical. But now his body is heavy in Geralt’s arms and it’s so obvious that he is not invincible after all.
Geralt’s heart feels just as heavy, he would cry if he could but even so he honors Jaskier’s last wish to see the moonlight, placing him gently onto the forest floor.
And then, the fucker starts to glow.
It is on a night when the sky is clear, naught but stars and the full, silver moon painted against the midnight blue canvas of the sky that she leaves her house.
Her footsteps are a soft patting against the forest floor, not betraying the desperation that shines clear in her eyes and the hope she holds deep within her heart.
When the village is behind her enough that her voice won’t carry to reach unwanted ears, the trees part around a clearing in the forest.
There, she falls to her knees on the soft grass, the full moon shining down upon her. She casts her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, to the moon and with a voice like brittle glass calls: “Moon, oh silver moon! Legend says you grant wishes and I beg of you, to grant me mine.”
Upon her words, a bright light descents from the heavens. It leaves the night sky dark, with merely the stars twinkling there and the clearing is filled with the most beautiful silver light. A light that comes from a woman that doesn’t seem to possess any color, as if she is made of the glowing light itself. From her seemingly silver eyes to her ringlet hair and her flowing dress, all about her is ethereal.
The woman stares for a moment, as if she doesn’t believe this is real.
The moon is standing in front of her.
The moon leans her head to the side and regards the woman with curious eyes. “And what is your wish, then, that you think it important enough to beg it of the moon herself?”
“Love,” the woman answers with sorrow in her voice and loneliness in her eyes. “I beg for love, a husband, for what is life without it? And as you now stand in front of me, that must mean this is destiny.”
The moon shakes her head. “Destiny it is not, for no wish comes for free. What would you offer me in return for this love you beg for?”
“Anything you desire!” The woman cries, her hand to her chest. “Truly, I shall give you anything you desire in return for love.”
In reply, the moon smiles. “Anything it is.”
