Yoo, pining Geralt is my new favourite thing and I’m gonna make it all y’all’s problem!
(Snippet from Tell Me About the Light Behind My Eyes - chapter 3, which is currently in the making so this is a teaser, you’re welcome)
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He is only vaguely aware that he is staring, but with the way his arms twitch at his sides, wanting to reach out and pull the bard into a hug… staring really is the more bearable option.
Especially since Jaskier is staring right back, a full seven seconds, before he tears his eyes away and leaves Geralt feeling… something. Something bad. Bereft, maybe. Yeah, that does sound like a Jaskier-word. Hm.
(...)
He can do this. He can keep it together around Jaskier, he can get a grip of his racing thoughts and heart, he can ignore the despair that has settled in his stomach the very moment he held Ciri in his arms for the first time. He can ignore the sense of impending doom, he can be there for her, train her, watch her, save her.
He can do all of this with the scent of rose and amber and wood polish surrounding him, grounding and untethering him at the same time. Fuck, since when does Jaskier smell so good? Anyway. Anyway! Geralt can do this.
Jaskier looks up and meets his eyes for the briefest of moments.
Hm. He can’t do this.
