Kiss prompt!! How bout not knowing if/when they'll see each other again because of (misc danger), but there's no time - a hasty goodbye kiss?
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Both Jaskier and Ciri jumped to their feet. They spared each other a surprised glance, as Geralt set about immediately packing up their camp.
“Geralt, calm down,” Jaskier said, stepping over to Geralt and placing a hand on his arm. Geralt acted as if he wasn’t there. He continued to pack things away with an efficiency Jaskier had never seen before, despite traveling with Geralt for decades. “What happened?”
“Nilfgaardians,” Geralt answered, distracted. “The town--I was just getting the coin from the drowner’s contract. Before I got in, I overheard soldiers talking to the alderman. They were waiting for me.”
Jaskier could practically feel the color drain from his face. He nodded to Ciri, who stood there frozen, and they both began to pack up the camp as well. With the three of them working in a near-panic, they had their belongings put away in record time. They were just about to leave, when Geralt’s head quirked in the direction of some far-off sound. He let out a softly murmured “Fuck.”
“Are they coming?” Jaskier asked, then stroked Ciri’s hair. She was strong, would never admit she was scared, but she was still a child. She deserved to be comforted, whether she wanted it or not. “How close?”
“They’re almost here. They’re on horseback, we’ll never--” Geralt cut himself off and cursed again.
Jaskier looked in the direction Geralt had indicated. He took a deep breath, then nodded. “Okay. You know what we need to do.”
Geralt’s eyes flashed in Jaskier’s direction. “Jaskier, you don’t--”
“Ciri, climb up on Roach,” Jaskier said. Ciri hesitated a moment, until Jaskier gestured impatiently. Geralt helped her up, then turned back to Jaskier. “Geralt, you too.”
“Darling,” Jaskier interrupted. He crossed the campsite to Geralt, and took Geralt’s face in his hands. “Roach can’t handle all three of us. They’ll catch up to us if we’re on foot. You two have to go. I’ll distract them.”
“We’ll come back for you.”
Jaskier shook his head. “No. Meet me in. In Yspaden. Don’t wait for longer than two weeks. If I haven’t shown up, go on without me.” He carded his fingers through Geralt’s hair. “I’ll see you again, my love. But you have to go.”
Geralt looked torn, but a moment later he brought Jaskier in with a desperate hand on the back of Jaskier’s neck. Their kiss was hasty, messy, and quick. It was not enough but it would have to be, and when they pulled away, Jaskier had to blink away tears.
Geralt climbed up on Roach. Jaskier took his hand one last time for a kiss to his knuckles.
“Take care of each other. I love you both. Go, now.”
Ciri looked close to tears. Geralt looked regretful. But they listened to him, and stole off into the darkness. Jaskier had just lost sight of them when he heard horses galloping behind him. He took a second to compose himself, then turned.
“Well, hello!” he greeted the soldiers. “What brings you here?”
