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Written for @redlightofdawn for @thewitchersecretsanta. Sorry it’s a little late, but I hope you like it anyways!
Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier Words: 5,937 Rating: Teen Content Notes: Minor witcher racism
Summary: Five times Jaskier learned about one of Geralt's non-human behaviours, plus one time Geralt was all too human.
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The development of Geralt and Jaskier's relationship over the years, blatantly ignoring most events from canon.
The first time Jaskier came back to camp from a piss to see Geralt sitting by the fire, he nearly shrieked in surprise. Geralt was sitting across the fire from where Jaskier had disappeared to, and when he looked up at the noise Jaskier made approaching his eyes caught the light and reflected it like a cat's. It made sense, Jaskier supposed, since Geralt's eyes were overall very catlike, what with the golden yellow color and the slitted pupils.
He calmed himself down and continued his path toward the log he'd been sitting on next to Geralt. Geralt gave him a strange look as he sat down, but Jaskier did his best to pay it no mind. Geralt was constantly giving him looks like he didn't know what sort of peculiar creature Jaskier was -- they'd only been travelling together for a couple of days, but Jaskier was already very familiar with most people's reactions of fear or disgust when faced with Geralt even at his most non-threatening. Jaskier didn't hold it against Geralt that he would be suspicious of Jaskier acting so differently than any other human he encountered.
"So, the eyes," Jaskier said, breaking the silence, "can you see in the dark?"
Geralt gave Jaskier another one of those side-long looks before refocusing on his hands, where he was darning a sock that seemed more patch than original material. "Better than you," he grunted.
"How much better?" Jaskier pressed, leaning a little closer.
Geralt shrugged and leaned a little farther away from Jaskier. "Been a long time since I was human."
"Well how much light do you really need to darn that sock?"
Geralt hummed and furrowed his brow. "Could do it on a half moon with a clear night by looking. Do it by feel otherwise."
Jaskier pulled out his notebook and made sure to scribble down that fascinating little factoid. Probably wouldn't make it into a song on it's own, but could be useful for setting the scene at some point.
Geralt watched him distrustfully and scooted a little farther down the log.
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