#axii

[demonstenes]

Thought I'd share the Witcher nails I painted for myself today

[c-the-cat-lady]

Places of power, Axii-Quen-Igni-Aard-Yrden. Handmade by me.

[lambertslambstew]

Misc Lambert screenshots and gifs. (gotta power through these boring quests, to get to the action!! Thanks for all your patience. Love you guys.)

[letyourchaosexplode]

“It’s called Axii. It’s a calming sign.”

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Okay but imagine- geralt (consensually) using axii on jaskier (maybe to calm him down? Take away the pain? Idk it’s up to you)

i would first like to apologize for how long this sat in my inbox. ye ole non-smutty fics and i had a bit of a rough patch there for a bit but i think we're past it now? anyway, have some of this:

Warnings: exhaustion descriptions, tfw you walk/stand too long and everything hurts, a tiny bit of fluff, axii isn't necessarily discussed but its used to help

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Traveling with Geralt was the highlight of Jaskier’s life, but adjusting to the road every spring always knocked him on his ass. No matter how much walking and stair climbing and even jogging Jaskier attempted to keep up over the winter, he was always left staggering through the first weeks of travel.

He made sure to do absolutely everything he needed to, including pee, before so much as sitting down whenever they made camp. If he didn’t, the tasks simply wouldn’t get done. Geralt was too stubborn and Jaskier wouldn’t be able to move.

His muscles would be jelly by the time they stopped, his legs moving out of sheer habit more than any actual instruction from his brain or willpower. His bad knee would ache and if he stepped wrong he’d get a shooting pain up the front. Even worse, his ankles screamed at him as he stepped over rocks and sloshed through mud. Scratch that, his hips were the worst, a near-cramping tightness in them that had him almost hunching over by the end of the day. Sometimes he couldn't even tell if it was from the pain or the muscles no longer doing their part to support him. And when he stopped moving it all seized up.

That particular year, winter had been brutal in Oxenfurt. Snow had made it impossible to keep up his usual walking routine and he’d gone and twisted an ankle rather dramatically while attempting to show off for another instructor. It shouldn’t have surprised him that his body wasn’t taking kindly to this sort of abuse, but it made him angry nonetheless.

And fuck did it hurt.

It had never hurt this bad. He didn’t even bother setting out his bedroll, he simply laid down next to the fire Geralt was building. Even the forest floor felt like sweet relief so long as he stayed horizontal. He didn’t notice, or care, what Geralt was doing, just laid there measuring his breath and longing for a soak in a hot bath.

Geralt seemed to be angling for more misery, jarring the bard back into awareness by slapping two cloths full of melting snow over his knees.

“Fuck you,” he groaned, not even able to sit up and remove the homemade torture devices his best friend had dropped on him.

“Later. Don’t move these,” Geralt grumbled.

Jaskier snorted as he let his eyes close again, “Couldn’t if I wanted to.”

With an amused ‘hm’ Geralt was up and milling around the camp. Ten-ish minutes later he came back to Jaskier’s side to move the melting snow to his ankles, then to his back a little later. Jaskier barely noticed him removing the now rather small bits of snow from his body. He did notice Geralt wringing the cloths out, letting the freezing water dribble all over his face and neck. He flailed a bit, and let out a yell, but he really couldn’t move much. Not quickly anyway.

“Hm,” Geralt chuckled, crouched down next to him, “Can you roll over?”

Jaskier thought about trying, then thought about how his back screamed just from staying still, then shook his head.

Again, Geralt was gone and shuffling about. This time Jaskier paid attention though. Geralt pulled both bedrolls close to the fire, and, after a little resituating, rolled Jaskier into one. He then dragged him to the other side of the fire, with colorful protests from the bard. When he was laid down on a large patch of thick moss, Jaskier complained far less. Everything still ached, but at least he was a touch more comfortable.

When Geralt shimmied in the bedroll with him and pressed his chest firmly to Jaskier’s back, the bard nearly cried.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt whispered in his ear, on hand working at the disgustingly tight muscles in his hip, “I pushed you too far today. I don’t like when you cry.”

“I just missed you, darling,” Jaskier chuckled, doing his best not to sniffle, “It’s not that ba-”

“I can smell how much it hurts Jask.”

A couple tears finally fell onto Geralt’s arm that Jaskier was using as a pillow as he lost the performative energy that was keeping him together.

“I just want to sleep,” he breathed, not trusting his voice not to break.

Geralt nodded and lifted his hand to form axii, “Then sleep without pain.”

The last thing Jaskier remembered before the fuzzy haze swept over his body was Geralt placing a kiss on his temple. He would wonder if it had been a dream for decades.

[1neozenco]

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Okay so in the game we see Geralt use Axii all the time, right?? And he does this little hand move?

If you didn't already know, which I'm sure many people do, this is the ASL fingerspelling of the word A X I I, which they then used directly for the Witcher sign.

Cool, huh?

If there are two letters in a row like the two i's in Axii, then you slide the letter to the right. That's my Witcher ASL grammar lesson for the day.

[gingerfoxsden]

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