Weak, My Love, and I Am Wanting by TabbyCat33098
rating Teen / wc 2443 / notes jaskier pov
Jaskier has written a lot of ballads about some woman who has stolen his heart. The thing is, he's been on the road with Geralt for the past month. He hasn't had any time to court a woman, much less have his heart broken by her. So who is this woman? The answer may shock you.
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“There’s no lady,” Geralt says.
Jaskier trails off. “Well, of course not,” he says instead. “I imagine a woman would take grave offense to the frequency with which we give our patronage to brothels, not to mention your unseemly habit of bathing in monster blood and other revolting gunk.” He wrinkles his nose. “Perhaps I should write an ode to your masterful powers of observation next.”
“But you were talking about a woman tonight,” Geralt continues, ignoring Jaskier entirely.