hiiiiii another prompt! “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” + anything involving jaskier, really, im not picky
omg salt hiiii again; this time it’s Jaskier & Yennefer and some ridiculousness along the Path
(send me a character/pairing and a prompt and i’ll write you a ficlet!)
Too preoccupied with combing through a handful of berries, picking and throwing out little leaves and sticks, Jaskier pays no mind to Yennefer’s frustrated bark. She only manages to get a reaction out of him when she fully stops, but even then he doesn’t bother to look up at her, only hums in vague acknowledgement as he nearly walks into her back. His eyes are set firmly on his prize, a berry of a particularly bright shade of red that he’s about to pop into his mouth... that is, until suddenly it’s being snatched out of his grasp.
"Hey! I was going to eat that!"
"Would you stop putting every plant we come across in your mouth?"
"What? I'm hungry," he whines, making grabby hands at the berry she took from him. Instead of giving it back, though, Yennefer makes a move for the rest of them, the ones that still lay in the palm of his hand. In an attempt to protect the fruit of his labor, he pulls his arm back and instinctively squeezes his fingers shut. It takes only a second to realize his mistake and he grimaces as he looks down, his hand now sticky and covered in berry juice.
Yennefer, entirely unaffected by his misery, raises an eyebrow and turns around, intent on continuing their journey. He sighs, rushing forward to keep up with her.
“We’ve been walking for hours,” Jaskier complains. “And we haven’t found anything. If you still refuse to go back, fine, but I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast so excuse me for trying to feed myself before I starve.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, bard,” she huffs. “You don’t even know what you’re eating.”
“Yes I do! Berries and... such. Perfectly eatable, those. Perhaps even tasty, but I can’t tell you for sure if you won’t let me try them.”
“Jaskier.” She shoots a glare his way. “I don’t know how you’ve managed to survive all this time, but I am going to kill you if you die today.”
“Rude,” he mumbles with a pout. “I will have you know, I have incredible sense of self-preservation, my dear.”
He knows for a fact she doesn’t believe him, but it’s still just a matter of time before she has to deem it safe enough to take her eyes off him, if she wants them to keep on going. And so as soon as Yennefer’s back is once again turned to him, he takes the opportunity to pluck some more fruit off a nearby branch. Quicker this time, lest the witch realizes what he’s doing, he pops the gathered berries carelessly into his mouth.
Satisfied with himself, he chews, eager at first, but then slower and slower as the taste of them spreads through his mouth. He frowns. “Hm. These taste kind of funny...”
Jaskier doesn’t get to finish the sentence. Last thing he hears is Yennefer’s exasperated groan, followed by the sound of her footsteps and then his body hits the ground as the world around him turns to black.