Mar 19
“Everything great that ever happened in this world happened first in somebody’s imagination.”
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“Everything great that ever happened in this world happened first in somebody’s imagination.”
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Geralt wakes up with a heavy gasp, sitting on his heels trying to discern the surroundings. Nothing seems missing, the camp is as he left it, before he passed out, that is. Roach comes to nuzzled at his side, in worry for his master, who pets her with affection, the witcher pushes her aside with a comforting pat and stands up. Nothing hurts, not really, There's only the faint memory of burning pain, and something he can't quite place, resting inside. His head hurts, he's having flashes of something, a sorceress. She's threatening him, no, not him, Jaskier, but the bard is not here, he's at the next town, waiting for him as accorded last winter.
What do you want from him? If you're here you surely you're aware he's under my protection
Bastard played with my poor heart
It is dawn, the birds have not yet woken up. Geralt finds his way back to the camp and begins to pack his things, leaving the metal pot for last. He heats a cup of water to wash off the gritty feeling in his mouth. He suspects a curse has been placed upon him. Though it seems, not a strong one. It's possible the sorceress wasn't expecting to face a witcher. No, she did mention the White wolf as her objective. And then, Geralt realizes that he can remember her words, but separated from each other. Every word makes sense, but when he tries to put them together, he fails to give them mening.
Roach finishes her breakfast, which consists on the patch of tall grass she slept on the night before, and the rest of the apple net that Geralt bought for her two days ago. "Sorry, girl. Once we get there, I'll make sure someone takes care of you." He knows the mare is tired and hungry, both are.
"Sorry, girl. Once we get there, I'll make sure someone takes care of you." He knows the mare is tired and hungry, both of them are. Four days on the road without proper rest and a decent meal takes its toll sooner or later. He prepares her, making sure her gear and saddlebags are well tied but not too much, she gets grumpier when the pressure on her belly makes her slow. He hopes to find Jaskier unharmed, and if he’s unharmed, oh how he long to shout at him for his stupidity. Jaskier’s cock is a natural trouble bringer, maybe he should cut it off for him, that way he'll never have to save his bard from himself ever again.
He arrives by noon. On the outskirts of town, humble little houses of farmers and minor merchants. Children stop their plays to look at him with earnest curiosity, mothers and fathers look at him with distaste. Despite Jaskier's songs, he's still an unwanted guest, although, it's nice to be look with distaste rather than with hatred.
He can distinguish the tall roofs from the wealthy houses and temples downtown. Surely, Jaskier would be waiting for him in the fanciest inn, but Geralt wouldn't go there, yet. If someone can help him with the aching feeling in his chest, that someone must be living outside of town. He asks around and yes, a young lad with muddy hair points him to an old house near a wrecked pig farm.
He can smell the characteristic scent of herbs, poison and magical ingredients before knocking on the door. An attractive woman with gray hair and brown eyes regards him with indifference. "Do you require ingredients, witcher? I'm short on a few of them" she says, stepping aside to let him in. She closes the door with a tired sigh. The house is rather small and has too many objects hanging from the ceiling. He bumps his head with a couple of them before settle in a safe corner. Geralt wonders sometimes is better to ignore the curiosity. A cat died once for it. Yes, he laughs internally at his own joke.
He takes a pouch full of coin and throws it at a small table next to her. She turns instantly to grab it and count the coins inside.
"I'm listening" she says with a satisfied smile on her dry lips.
"A sorceress pay me a visit last night. She placed something in me"
"A curse?"
"You tell me" The woman approaches him with her arms raised, to place her hands on his chest.
Geralt tenses at the unwelcome touch. She talks under her breath so quickly that Geralt can't understand and then she jumps with a joyous screech, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
"This is gold. It's not a curse, witcher, is something far more disturbing"
"What is it?" Says Geralt, angry at her blissful way.
"It's not a curse. You surely must know that magic doesn't work the same on your kind" Geralt just glares.
"It is a simple spell. Neither harmful nor durable. A love spell to be precise"
"A what?" Fuck.
You'll stay away from him
Alright, alright. I'll go and leave him alone. After all, I already found his someone else
"A vengeful love spell particularly directed at someone close to you, of course." The sorceress explains. His mind stops when a nasty hunch settles in his guts.
Jaskier.
Unrequited love.
Vengeance.
Well, fuck.
"Can you get rid of it?"
"I'm afraid not. It’s a too powerful spell for an old rag like me. But there's is no need to worry. Based on your expression I imagine you know for whom the spell was placed" He'll kill Jaskier. No. He'll punch him so hard that his balls will fall off.
"You'll have to avoid this person until the spell worns out. Two weeks at least" Great, Jaskier is just around the corner. If he's lucky, he could slide through town without meeting him. He'll send him a message with some excuse.
But there is something missing "No, you are mistaken, I don't feel love for that person." He cares for the bard, sometimes a bit too much, but well, the fool worth the trouble. Most of the time. But it wasn't love, is it?
"It's a spell for you, but a curse to the other person." Apparently, his internal fight is visible "You'll love this person, knowing you're under a spell but you won’t be able to tell. The spell will disappear, and with it your love for them."
I already found his someone else
"A broken heart" Geralt whispers with a sinking feeling. Is Jaskier in love with him? No, he isn't. Geralt would have known. He can identify the gooey scent that accompanies love in all people. Like orange peles and guava left under the sun. Jaskier never smell like that around him.
"You'll only need to stay away from this person. Now, if you don't require anything else from me..." Geralt grunts while closing his eyes, in a futile attempt to ease the ripping feeling on his chest. It's unfair, so fucking unfair, not for him but for Jaskier. If he's really in love with the witcher then this will destroy him, Geralt will destroy him. No, Geralt would not allow it. He'll not hurt his friend.
He walks to the door desperate to leave the place, to leave the city. "Are you sure that four months will suffice?" the woman nods with a reassuring smile.
"Close the door behind you, please" And Geralt does.
The unpleasant smell of pigs and shit reaches his nose in a hot wave. Roach is tied to a small post in which he left her, she'll be really huffy when Geralt takes her back to the road. Damn, he promised her food and rest, she's tired, even when Geralt isn't anymore. Maybe he could ask the farmers to sell him a net of hay, but he's out of money. He was counting on the bard's money to rent a stall at the stable inn for Roach. What is he going to do? He sees the muddy lad from before carrying two buckets of water. He would send a message with him to Jaskier asking for money. No. Impossible. The idiot would come down running to meet him.
He would have to take a nearby contract in exchange for Roach being fed. Yes. It seems that's the better option, but first, to send the message to Jaskier. He searches for the famous muddy boy, when the most terrifying sound reaches his ears.
"Geralt? is that you, you gorgeous bastard?"Jaskier's voice
1. Honey Jar Spell
The honey jar spell traces back to ancient times. The witches of yesteryear used honey as part of their love spells, and modern ones are no different. The idea behind using honey is that something so sweet generates sweetness and affection between two people.
The honey jar spell is one of the most common love spells people use to improve their connection with others. These love spells are also used to bolster an existing relationship and bring people closer together.
How To Cast A Honey Jar Spell
Start by writing the name of the other person on a piece of paper three times. Turn the paper 90 degrees and write your name three times, with your name overlapping the name of the other person. Focus on what you want out of the spell. Do you want to bring an ex back? Do you want to attract a new lover? Do you want to improve an existing relationship? Either way, write the wish on the paper so that it circles the names. Don’t lift your pencil off the paper while writing the wish. You can always go back and cross your T’s and dot your I’s later.
When the paper is finished, fold it up and place it in a jar filled with honey. Make sure you touch the honey with your fingers as you do so. Remove your fingers from the jar and recite the following incantation out loud:
“Just like this honey is sweet. That’s how he/she will be for me.”
Lick the honey off your fingers and seal the jar of honey with the paper inside. Light a candle on top of the jar. The candle color varies according to your wish:
A red candle for passionate love
A pink candle for loving love
A brown candle for judicial matters, such as wanting to sweeten a judge or jury
A white candle for general purposes
Once the candle burns all the way down, store it away where no one can find it. Wait for seven days and light another candle. Light a new candle once a week on the same day every week.
#2. Pink Candle Spell
Red and pink candles have been used by witches for centuries. Pink candles make for some potent magic when the intentions behind the spell are pure. So, if your love is pure and your intentions are too, using a pink candle spell could prove to be extremely effective.
One thing that makes pink candle spells a good idea is that the results are in line with your desires. In witch lore, pink represents love and spirituality. Those who use pink candles in their love spells benefit from the spell not generating any negative energy.
How To Cast A Pink Candle Love Spell
To start, you’ll need a new and unused pink candle, a piece of white paper, and a pen in your favorite color. Find a peaceful spot where you won’t be distracted and sit down. Clear your mind of thoughts about the day and flush any negativity from your mind. Remember, you need to be open to love for a love spell to work. Ensure that you remove any blocks from your mind and that you are truly prepared to start the love spell.
Light the pink candle on a Friday night.
Write your first name and the last name of the other person on the piece of white paper.
Draw a single circle around both names.
Close your eyes and think about the two of you together. Focus on the image. Visualize your happiness and love together.
Repeat the following incantation three times – “Our fate is sealed. We are one so mote it be. It is done.”
Watch over the pink candle for fifteen minutes or until it burns out. Ensure that the candle is completely extinguished before leaving it unattended. While you can snuff the candle out, don’t blow it out or you’ll break the spell.
You can use a bigger pink candle and repeat the spell for seven consecutive nights.
“If it’s out of your hands, put it out of your mind.”
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