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Geraskier mansion future Au ideas pic references

So I want to write a scene that could be in my long fic, but I got the idea today of a crazy Fae mansion party that is just like the scenes from the 90’s Romeo and Juliet film. So here are some ideas.

A space created by fae, by succubi, it was an assault to the senses for a normal being, to Geralt it was like standing too close to a lit flare. So bright, the smells, sounds, it all washed over him and tried to engulf the Witcher.

Neon dripped down the walkway, people in masks, elaborate gowns that showed more than they concealed, every race, every sexuality, was present, drawn down the corridor that glittered as if it were paved with diamonds. Nothing would surprise Geralt at this point.

The space was more than dreams and nightmares. It was hallways that had no conceivable end, a space created to lose oneself in for as long as you dared or as many chose, until they became one with the mansion itself. What could make Geralt go to such a place? Coin? The wish to vanquish something bigger than anything he had ever experienced before? No, instead it was on the arm of the man he loved. The man who had been invited to this house of sin and sensuality, who, like a moth to a flame, seemed to flutter beside him, Geralt could hear his heart as it skipped the odd beat. From the moment they had stepped onto the property Jaskier has begun to change. He smelled sweeter, Geralt watched him like his cherry red lips, adjusted his jacket and revel in the feeling of leather against mostly bare skin. A magnificent feather boa, crafted from many magical creatures, wrapped around his throat, torturous in its languid softness, never quite enough.

The gardens were a bright Smokey wonderland, boats drifted across the water filled with patrons laughing, multicoloured smokes lingered across the surface, absorbing the party goers as they drifted within them. Geralt blinked and felt the colours collide as one, his head spinning as they stepped into the entryway, losing his grasp on Jaskier for a moment as the bard skipped over to kiss the cheek of the hosts. Old friend of his, a mix of races Geralt may or may not have killed in the past.

Each room drowns him deeper, Geralt loses track, there are entire hours where Jaskier is at his side, in his lap in dark spaces, those fucking feathers drawing across his too sensitive skin, shirt open somehow, lips slick and pressed to the divine siren in his arms. It felt like a fever dream, Jaskier was too bright, too real, so sweet he wanted to devour him whole. And then just as quickly he was alone, watching the way neon light ripped across an empty pool, caught in a strange room, plants and neon clinging to the walls, a pool flush against the wall, the sounds of other forms of divine chaos echoing from in front and behind. What was this place? The way the colours jarred from the glimmering tiles on the floor, this place of the in between seemingly untouched and yet, how could it be? Others must have wandered through. After time he could not count he found himself in the next room, scrambling to recall where he had just been, why neon green and the sound of water lapping brought him such a sense of dread.

There are forests indoors, some akin to the awe inspiring spaces of Victorian era’s, all glass and wild beauty. Too warm as orchids bloomed, tiny creature that looked like petals scuttling across their lips, onto the stalk and leaves. He could feel so much life, though beneath it the ever lingering presence of decay brought acid to the back of his throat. The sweet smell of fruit too ripe to eat crosses his tongue as a human and some kind of Fae tore past him, bare foot and laughing, the blooms of a cherry blossom had begun to fall, gentle pink raining around them all. In stark contrast there were crackling dead forest spaces, that tasted of ember and scorched earth. Geralt pushed his way through, trying to follow Jaskiers voice, a little too light, too gleeful in such a dark place. Was it his mind playing tricks on him? When has he truly last seen Jaskier? Was Jaskier here at all?

Corridors with carpet so thick it sunk beneath his feet, muffling the sound as he walked, mirrors in the ceiling capturing the controurting gore that spread across the walls, moving crimson and deep burgundy, dripping what seemed like blood; though as Jaskier slid his finger through the liquid, pressing its taste to Geralt’s tongue with his own the flavour of Pomegranate bloomed in his mind. Perhaps this was hell and here he was, Hades, delivering his sweet Persephone to her lifetimes of darkness.

Jaskier lay on a table, draped in silks, hundreds of candles across its surface, along the floor, warm wax slid down his naked chest, his skin gleaming gold in the flicking light. Flowers surrounded him and he looked truly holy, his eyes half lidded. As he reached for Geralt he felt the soft flutter of a feather grazing his cheek, they were cascading from the sky, for the roof was so high it was pure darkness, it was impossible to tell if there was a ceiling at all. The feathers inked into Jaskiers skin seemed to flutter, to join their sisters in the air around them. The ink lining the rest of his arms began to pool under the skin, twisting around their entwined fingers, snaking their way along Geralt’s arm. Jaskier looked so insanely beautiful stretched out like that, the surreal nature of it all, the way the ink stung his skin, he tried to push it away, to lean down and embrace his lover.

And as their lips brushed together he was gone once more, Geralt’s hands empty and yet, they glittered, standing out in the sudden darkness, as if the very stars in the sky had fallen and claimed their new home in the palms of his hands. Geralt lifted them, moving them through the air, marveling as their light, so bright, so magnificent, ate but the darkness, each memory of before burying itself in the deepest part of his mind.

So just some ideas. Do you like where it’s going?

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So from what I’ve heard is that we are not getting the season 2 of Witcher until 2021. Not only that BUT PROBABLY AFTER FUCKING SUMMER because Game of thrones prequel will be coming out in spring and Netflix don’t want The Witcher to compete with em

So what am I supposed to do for a year and a half?

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