redainianbard:
“You once called youself Geralt of Rivia, after your home kingdom, before you became a witcher. you travelled up and down the continent killing monsters for coin. and each winter you’d return to Kaer Morhen, to spend time with the other witchers. Lambert, Vesemir, Eskel.” Jaskier smiled and tilted his head back. “and then eventually fate granted that the great Geralt of Rivia would happen to be in the same tavern as the Grand Performer, Julian Alfred Pankratz”.
“We adventured for around 10 years, we met allsorts of people and fought monst…you fought monsters and I stood there looking fabulous, then we met the Lioness of Cintra, Queen Calanthe and that led to the Law of Surprise and then Cirilla who is basically your daughter.” Jaskier gave a heavy sigh. life was good he thought fondly of those times with Geralt. even when they argued, his mind brought him to Caingorn. The sadness washing over him.
As more and more information was dumped on him, the more confused Geralt became. How did he know that Jaskier wasn’t just lying to him? Somewhere deep inside his mind he knew that each and every word was the truth. It was tingling at the back of his head, begging to be released from whatever chest it was locked inside. The memories just wanted to come out but something was stopping them and what that something was is still a mystery.
About to speak, he heard his phone go off. A chill went down his spine, he already knew who it was. “I am already late to my dinner date” Geralt sighed softly as he looked at the other. “I am sorry but I have to cut this reunion a little short. I’ll see you around, bard” flashing him a small smile, Geralt then answered the phone, turned around and walked away. And man how awful that felt.













