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“Maybe stories are just data with a soul…” 18+ Multi-Muse Roleplay Blog with Canon and OC Characters From The Witcher, Dragon Age, Cyberpunk 2077, Mistborn and More! Googlesites __ credit: __
GERALT & JASKIER 🩷
↳ THE WITCHER | 4.08 “Baptism of Fire”
If it's all the same to you…
#let’s play: correct or incorrect quote (41/?)
Arguing with Julian was always a very hard thing for Manon to do and with the stress of everything else she kept the words back she wanted to say.
That he was responsible for his subject. She wasn't that. She was his. And even if she was, choosing not to read that wouldn't make him neglectful.
She did settle down a bit at his promise though. She hoped he would keep it.
Manon moved her chair closer to his so that they could read at the same time. Shoulders almost touching. A bit of comfort even if she couldn't bring herself to close the gap.
"Ready when you are."
Julian felt the breath catch in his throat when she moved closer—so near, yet still too far for him. He reached down and took her hand instead, lacing their fingers together.
He let the moment settle, offering her a quiet, steady nod. His hand hovered over the file for a beat longer before finally opening it, the old paper crackling as he turned the first page. The initial contents were clinical—cold descriptions of procedures, magical theory, spells cast and their effects. But in between the lines were details that made Julian’s stomach twist. She had been a child. A child. Not a number.
Manon was fine with the quiet. She understood quiet anger. She just had to remind herself it wasn't directed at her.
At his words, the look in his eyes Manon softened. Her hand leaving his to cup his cheek.
"Your British comes out when you are angry. It's kinda sexy." She said with a smirk. It really was.
The bags in her other hand did feel heavier though. It had to be the first day Manon had really said yes to anything big that his parents show up and poke at that wound.
Jaskier huffed a small laugh, the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth at her comment. “Well, then I’ll try to get pissed off more often, just for you,” He replied, leaning just slightly into her touch.
“Sorry it had to be today...Shall we head home? Back to the beach house?"
“You wouldn’t. Unless you are insinuating I am a bad teacher… Or that you really are a flower that won’t prepare what you eat?” She said with a raised eyebrow. Still holding out the dragger and animal.
"Fine. I am a flower who would much prefer the food served to me already prepared." Jaskier relented, there were times to be stubborn and this time he wasn't prepped to commit to it. Well...one must align with their own strengths and this was not one of his.
"Fine. I am a flower who would much prefer the food served to me already prepared." Jaskier relented, there were times to be stubborn and this time he wasn't prepped to commit to it. Well...one must align with their own strengths and this was not one of his.
this too is yuri
TW: Mental health, abortions, job loss etc
I have made my peace with the abortion that I had at the end of last year, and yet I still think about if circumstances were different. I was made redundant from my job at the end of October and unbeknownst to me at the time, I was pregnant throughout the process. I know it was the right decision, especially as the job hunt continues now. It would have been impossible to afford to be out of work for probably realistically two years and then having to find a new job to take me on with that large of a gap. But I still can't stop the feeling that something was stolen from me by a company who decided they had no use for me anymore after I gave them five years of everything. I will be okay. I will be fine. It is just hard some days and I just feel so drained and exhausted.
So Jaskier was bullied as a child?
Also, I've never seen medieval children wear such fancy swimming trunks...
Also, also: There is no mention anywhere thar Jaskier grew up in Bremervood. That's something Netflix came up with.
jaskier sleeping peacefully in the tent while geralt fights for his fucking life like three feet away is one of the funniest things. this would've done numbers in 2020-2021 witcher fandom
Jaskier and his sliding boots but with style for once 😅🥰
Manon grinned and leaned in to kiss him again. Savouring it before pulling away slowly.
She left his side with a grin and moved to pull a book from the shelf. One with two bookmarks still in it.
"I've marked the bit. Why don't you get comfy and give it a read in your bed and I'll get changed. Give me a mental bell when you have finished."
It was slightly less of a struggle to keep it sounding not like a question this time. She had been practicing. And there was a slight hint of mischief in her eyes. A playfulness not often seen.
Yes, this was a very good day and Manon didn't want to waste it.
His intrigue would grow more as she handed him a book. He recognised the cover, it wasn't a proper book by any means...an artful bodice ripper by any other name. He grinned back at her. "I'll read it quickly then." He chuckled with a nod and tucked the book under his arm before turning on his heel towards his bed chambers.
Manon followed along, quiet for a moment. Part in cold rage and part in panic. After a few steps she turned around though, the rage winning out as she walked back to Jaskier's parents.
"Mr and Mrs Pankratz, you can both say what you want about me. Lord knows I have been called worse but your son is bright and funny and the kindest man I have ever met. So insult me all you want but don't insult your son."
She didn't give them a chance to respond. She made her way back to Jaskier quickly. Slipping a hand into his and continuing to walk away.
Jaskier was more than happy to walk away from the conversation without a proper end, he would certainly flip his lid if he didn't. He breathed in and out in attempt to calm himself as they walked away and scowled at the ground saying nothing for a time, not until they were a good distance from his parents anyway. "Manon...I'm so sorry. They are awful. Absolute cocks." He finally spoke softly, blue eyes swimming with regret, he didn't want her to take those awful things to heart.