Jun 18
Harvest + Geraskier 🌾
I don't know why I thought harvest was so hard! I think I might have to step away from harvesting of crops to make this work... hm...
Geralt's eyes are cold on him. Hard. "Don't struggle, bard," the witcher says cooly. "It will only hurt you." Jaskier struggles. Panic is rushing through him, thudding with his pulse, adrenaline with nowhere to go, teeth clenching as he tries to keep his breath. Geralt is straddling his chest, using a knee to keep one arm locked in place, the other is trapped in an iron grip. "It's been growing long enough. It's ripe. It needs harvesting." "Geralt, please," Jaskier pleads, begs, cries, the knife in the witcher's hand coming closer and closer.