Golden eyes
Pairings: GeraltXJaskier (kind of)
Rating: T
Warnings: Death, vague mentions of blood
Jaskier is hurt and fading fast, good thing his mind conjured up the one person he wanted to see.
The red liquid is viscous in its assault on his clothes. It spares no thought for how expensive this outfit was or how the crimson color clashes horribly with his bright blue doublet. It's too hot, and he claws at the stained fabric to try and get some relief, to cool himself down.
"Jaskier! Stop!"
No, that doesn't make any sense. He can't be hearing that voice! That voice left him and told him to stay away. And Jaskier did! He stayed away, he left. Something… No, someone, grabs his wrists and yanks then away from his ruined clothes. He's laying flat on his back and he can't remember how he got like that. Wasn't he just standing up?
He looks up, searching and sees gold and snow white. Beautiful , he thinks.
"Jaskier! Snap out of it! Stay with me!" A pressure is put on his stomach and he tries to wriggle away. "Stay with me!" The voice says again
No, no he can't do that. He wants to tell the voice, tell the lovely golden eyes above him that he can't because he listened and he will again! He'll leave, just like those golden eyes wanted. He stops moving away from the pressure, not because he wants to but because he finds he can't
He finds his voice and speaks. "Can't."
"What do you mean can't!? Jaskier just hold on, I'll fix this."
Jaskier's eyes narrow. No. You wanted me gone and so I left. Don't make me think you changed your mind! You were never cruel to me like that. He tries to say, but only manages "No."
He hears a grunt and then no more words just an increase in the pressure in his stomach.
The golden eyes above him shine in a way he can't place and it pulls a frown to his lips. He doesn't understand. He reaches up, running a curious hand down the cheek of the figure and can't figure out why his hand comes away wet. A hand reaches up and cradles his own, holding it once again against the cheek of the figure.
"Jaskier please…" that's not normal either, he never pleaded, never sounded so close to breaking. Oh!
He knows now, this isn't real. This isn't reality and the golden eyes and snowy hair before him don't exist, not in his life anymore.
"Oh…" he says aloud and lets his eyes drift closed. This isn't real, no one is here for him. But, he finds that he doesn't care. His mind conjured up the one person he wanted to see and he will forever be grateful that he is the last thing he saw.
"Wake up Jaskier! Wake up!"
There's no more pressure on his stomach and he feels like he's no longer laying flat on the ground. He's being cradled and can feel a hand running across his cheek, his forehead.
"Jaskier... Please… I'm sorry."
He doesn't want to, doesn't mean to. It would only cement the fact that he isn't there but Jaskier can't stop himself.
"Geralt…"
"Don't leave me… I need you."
He doesn't hear anything after that.
