Geralt was holding him, all but cradled against his chest, murmuring worriedly. “Come back, Jaskier. Come on, you’re strong enough.” Jaskier tucked it away in the back of his head, the fact that Geralt didn’t seem too shocked to find Jaskier had just left his body behind like that, even if he didn’t mean to do it. He shifted, exhaled shakily, and Geralt’s hold tightened slightly.
fanart for the lovely @bygodstillam ‘s wonderful fic “And Yet, Here We Are”, specifically a moment from chapter 3. its my favorite chapter so far and just *clenches fist* fucking love geralt treating a dissociative jaskier tenderly (that’s also why i took his gloves off). seriously go read this fic. go. do it now. no excuses >:3
























