Ahhh, I need more of Elsa Jaskier!
@thebeckybear ask and you shall receive!
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jaskier can’t quite remember exactly what happened the few minutes after he tore the amulet from his neck
he remembers the elation of his powers finally being allowed to roam free, and the pure unfiltered rage he had directed towards the nilfgaardian soldiers, and the haze of blue, white, and bloodcurdling screams
jaskier had never felt power like this before, he had never realized it was something he was capable of, and in the fog of unleashing his powers had tried not to get too drunk on it
accessing his powers was like discovering a part of himself that he had never realized was there, like discovering a new limb
it was a depth inside of him, a well of power that had always been present, a part of his soul
jaskier had always thought of his abilities as a separate part of him, a cursed gift from the heritage of his family. Something that he possessed but did not let define him
it was only now that he realized how wrong he was. his powers made up a part of his being. he could feel them running through the blood in his veins, sitting in the marrow of his bones, enter-twined with his soul, tied in intricate knots
breaking the amulet was like breaking down a dam he didn’t know was there, and now the very essence of his soul flowed freely. he had unlocked a part of himself that he now knew never should have been locked away, and although he loved his parents he couldn’t help the anger that rose in him at what they had done
elemental powers were a family trait, his own mother had possessed powers of spring. she must have known what it would be like to have jaskier blocked from his powers, she had made him terrified of himself. how could she?
but now was not the time to be dwelling on the past, jaskier had his family to protect and an army of black assholes to destroy
and just as soon as it began, it was over
the quiet of the aftermath was loader than the roaring that had overtaken jaskier’s ears as he released his powers
the bard blinked slowly, the world before him coming into focus
a world, that was coated in a layer of ice and snow (which was especially odd given that it was in fact fall)
jaskier let his eyes roam in stupefied shock over the bodies of soldiers before him, twisted gruesomely amongst ice and snow
his own hands were still outstretched in front of him from when he had finally pushed his power outside of him
they were covered in a thin layer of ice, and in an alarming display of instinct he didn’t know he had, the ice melted, dripping as water through his fingertips
just as the ice on his hands melted, jaskier became aware of of a sluggish flow coming from his nose and snaking down onto his nice, new doublet he had only purchased last week
slowly, jaskier lifted a still damp hand to his face, wiping at the blood flow
though with a start, he realized it wasn’t just like normal blood
this was blood traced with a foreign silver, dancing and dazzling amongst the red
what the hell?
jaskier was ripped away from his thoughts by the sound of a throat clearing behind him
the others. how could jaskier have forgotten?
he whipped around, surprised to find yennefer, geralt, and ciri standing in a circle of grass of their own, the only space untouched by snow. jaskier didn’t quite manage to hold back his laugh at their gobsmacked faces
naturally, yennefer was the first one to compose herself enough to talk
“pray tell bard, what the hell was that?”
jaskier opened his mouth and closed it a few times. where to even begin? how does one admit to lying about their family and human status for over 25 years after a display of extreme power they didn’t even know they had? unfortunately for jaskier, this situation was quite unprecedented and he didn’t know what the fuck he was gonna do.
jaskier opened his mouth to say some of his usual frivolous ‘talking without saying anything’ responses (one should always fall back on what one is good at, and luckily jaskier was quite talented at the art of bullshitting) but what came out of his mouth was-
“I don’t feel very well”
he took a step forward and suddenly became very aware of an overwhelming feeling of vertigo, his step quickly turning into a stumble. jaskier’s vision swam, and he vaguely registered a black blur moving toward him and catching jaskier just as his knees turned to jelly. there was shouting, but jaskier couldn’t quite make out what was going on.
he furrowed his brow at the sharp pain in his head, his fingers were also going numb now and the flow of blood leaving his nose had significantly increased.
the last thing jaskier remembered was a smear of beautiful amber eyes above him, and a frantic voice shouting his name.
and then the world went black.
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This took a completely different turn than I was expecting, but I hope you all enjoyed!
Part 3?
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