This is inspired by @srapsodia ‘s art here. I am, of course, still behind on about six requests, but I saw Jaskier’s little smile and have had nothing but it rattling around in my brain since. (I have fallen into the Witcher fandom over the last few months, in large part because of @srapsodia ‘s art, though plenty of authors have also contributed to this.) To those of you still waiting on requests, I am swiftly getting my writing feet back under me.
This post finally ends my roughly three year hiatus, so thank you to everyone in the Witcher fandom, most especially @srapsodia
Gen fic, just Geralt realizing something.
A Welcoming Sea
Geralt looks up, scanning the clearing for any last supplies, hands busy strapping their bags to Roach for the day. It's not long after dawn, but the day is bound to be hot and he wants to get a few hours of travel in before he needs to give her a rest from the incoming heat. Jaskier, thank the gods, is actually up, though he's still a while from coherency. He's of no help in the mornings, but at least he's dressed and Geralt doesn't have to drag him from his bedroll.
Geralt nods, finding nothing missing. 'Time to go, bard' forms at the tip of his tongue, but it washes away in an instant, the rest of his thoughts dropping from his mind just as quickly.
Jaskier stands in front of a break in the trees, hands wrapping loosely around the strap of his lute case, looking off to his right. He is quiet for once, utterly motionless, his hands idle as he drifts outside of true wakefulness. A little smile is playing over his soft features, blue eyes still fuzzy with sleep, but warm with fondness. Their blue is all the deeper from the doublet fitted across his shoulders, the rich fabric seemingly reflecting its matching color in Jaskier's eyes. Geralt's breath stutters. The rising sun halos Jaskier's head and shoulders, the golden rays almost appearing to spill forth from his chest where the doublet splits, a bright yellow chemise peaking from underneath. Yellow wildflowers caught in the same golden rays of the sun dance in the open fields behind him. Jaskier is a motionless sea, risen over an easel of blinding gold.
In the backdrop of morning light, he looks brilliant, looks like the sun has risen with the sole purpose of filling him with its rays. Everything else in the little clearing they've camped in remains dull, muted by the long shadows stretching from the surrounding trees. It is as though the sun filters through Jaskier alone, as though Jaskier brings forth its light, holding it out to wash joy and color into Geralt's grey world.
And then, slowly, those blue blue eyes sweep across the clearing, moving with the inevitability of the rising sun, to land on Geralt. Suddenly, Geralt is the subject of that little smile, the object of fondness so clearly reflected in those eyes. Time seems to grind to a halt. Geralt is transfixed. He feels as though he is drowning, dropping slowly, endlessly, into two warm pools, no seafloor to be found in their depths. His lungs expand, but can fill only with the sweet softness rolling over him from Jaskier's gaze.
Geralt has never been caught so thoroughly. The crinkles at the very edges of Jaskier's eyes are there because it is Geralt they have anchored upon. He is bound, trussed and tied tightly, by the realization that the fondness in his bard's sleepy eyes is for him.
Jaskier loves him.
There are no other words for the emotion swimming across his face. Jaskier loves him, and the sun rises as it always does. Jaskier loves him, and the sun rises as though the foundation of Geralt's understanding of the world, of himself and his place here, has not gently crumbled into a welcoming sea. Jaskier loves him, and the day moves on.
Geralt finishes tightening the straps on Roach without looking and, even as the sun continues inexorably to rise, he meets Jaskier's gaze. He feels an answering swell of fondness, as natural and powerful as the tides, and decides.
Jaskier loves him, and this will not just be another day on The Path.
oH ARE WE COMPLIMENTING CORAL'S ART?? you art is SO GOOD SO PRETTY, you are so good at drawing subtle expressions and details in body language!! from little wrinkles in the face, or the very deliberate distance between characters' bodies, or how they are positioned in relation to each other?? the way they lean closer or are turned slightly away?? YOU'RE V GOOD AT ART CONGRATS ON MAKING SO MANY PPL CRY
KJBDKJFBAKJSBDF RAPS I’M SCREAMING THE WAY THIS IS PHRASED IS SO FUNNY. THANK YOUUUU 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞
a LOT of people mention body language and microexpressions in relation to my art so it’s like. ofc i’m gonna utilize it. pining for everyone i’m going to instill All the Yearning and you’ll THANK me for it
"#was like. you remember the nail hat you drew yourself in. that. kicking open a door in one of your geralts' armour." DSJFKNSJDKFN my aasona is ALSO my witchersona. goes around giving agressive support
Just to clarify, the red and blue guys from Ace Attorney are what exactly in canon? workmates? work-antimates? Opposing parties? Disagreeing parties? Enemies-so-long-they-kinda-became-friends? I've never played the game and don't really plan to, I'd just like to get to know the guys who started appearing on my dash in the past few weeks. :)
they are pretty much everything you can wish for in an otp????
red guy’s name is miles, and the blue one is phoenix/nick, the main protagonist of the games. they started out as good old-fashioned childhood sweethearts, went to the same class at age nine, only for miles to disappear out of the blue (har)
only nick never forgot about him tbh, and fast-forward to them growing up, miles who lost his family when he was still a kid, growing up this ruthless prodigy prosecutor and nick is like DDD: THAT’S MY FRIEND and obviously something is wrong and OBVIOUSLY I’m the only one who can save him
so he sends him letters FOR YEARS to try and get in touch with him, and never receives a reply, and because he’s a firm believer in the ‘go hard or go home’ philosophy, he decides to become a lawyer himself to meet miles again and face him in court where miles doesn’t have a choice but to see him…..
and yeah well look all you need to know is that they go from that, opposing parties, to friends again, to sacrificing A LOT for each other, to saving each other’s hides in court, to pretty much married, and it just might be the best ride of your life
and yeah honestly the games take a lot of commitment, but I feel like I should say it’s less about playing a game and more about reading an astounding visual novel, five of them in fact so far if you’re not counting the rest, and yeah, DEFINITELY worth one’s time
and if you’re worried about queerbaiting or anything that gets in the way of most of the otps we know, these two are honestly a godsend, there is sO MUCH goddamn homosexual material there it’s almost unbelievable
