omg! please no! that can't be the end of that! Geralt just leaving Jaskier! MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT!!! ;O;
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geralt is definitely off to have a small breakdown in a forest somewhere. he’ll stop talking to anyone other than roach, avoid towns and avoid people and make sure no one comes close enough for him to hurt them
and jaskier will cry a lot in the coming months, but he’ll keep travelling and he’ll keep playing because he still loves his music, and he’ll still sing about geralt even if it hurts, because people ought to know about how much witchers do for them
jaskier’s songs even reach kaer morhen, and when geralt finally drags himself back there for winter, vesemir will sit him down and tell him very lovingly to pull his head out of his arse because obviously the bard loves him, the whole continent knows it, and geralt isn’t broken he’s just a goddamn idiot
when the frost clears, geralt returns to the road. but this time he goes to village taverns and listens out for familiar music, asks in towns if any bards have passed through of late, looks for any clues to where jaskier might be
and he finds nothing. for months, he searches fruitlessly, thinking more and more than jaskier doesn’t want to be found. but he won’t give up, not when there’s the faintest hope that somewhere out there jaskier is caring about him
he’s slumped at a table in the corner of a tavern, and it’s been a long and pointless day. he’s wondering how much longer he can keep doing this, with this feeling like an essential piece of himself is missing
footsteps approach, and geralt tips his head down and wills the person to walk past, to leave him to his misery, but he’s interrupted by an achingly familiar voice:
“i love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.”
