Winters at Kaer Morhen are usually very quiet. It gives Geralt and his brothers a moment's respite from the demands of the road. They are able to rest, train, make potions in an actual lab instead of being forced to do so while travelling. Geralt has always enjoyed his winters, since they mean regular meals that he doesn't always have to cook, a guaranteed bed, and some peace. It also means spending time with Eskel, who has always been his favourite (don't tell Lambert).
This winter has been very different.
It's been very difficult for Geralt, firstly with thinking that he may need to kill Eskel, his best friend, and sometimes lover. He still cannot fathom the idea that he may have had to do it. He'd been ready, as well, thinking that if anyone was to give Eskel a proper, respectable death, it was him. Thankfully, Vesemir had found a cure, nearly too late. Geralt will never cease being thankful for that.
But now things between he and his brother are strained, and he hasn't gone to see him. And Yennefer is here, after betraying him worse than anyone has ever done in his long life. And there's Ciri to contend with, Jaskier, and everything seems like it's just too much.
That's why he's sitting alone in the mess hall with a bottle of white gull in front of him. He's already gotten into it.
Jaskier had come into his room earlier, smelling of Eskel. And if Geralt hadn't heard his moans echoing through the halls, this would have made their coupling obvious. Geralt isn't jealous in the way that he wants to keep Jaskier to himself, it's quite the opposite. Having Jaskier to himself would be exhausting. Of course, he and the bard are close, and they fuck often while traveling together, but having all of that love and attention centered on him seems like his very own personal nightmare. He often encourages Jaskier to bed others, even though they always come back to each other in the end.
Until the mountain, at least.
He doesn't want to think about that.
Thankfully, he hears a noise, a distraction. He looks over toward the entrance to the room, only to see the last person he'd expected. "Eskel."
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This winter has been very different.
It's been very difficult for Geralt, firstly with thinking that he may need to kill Eskel, his best friend, and sometimes lover. He still cannot fathom the idea that he may have had to do it. He'd been ready, as well, thinking that if anyone was to give Eskel a proper, respectable death, it was him. Thankfully, Vesemir had found a cure, nearly too late. Geralt will never cease being thankful for that.
But now things between he and his brother are strained, and he hasn't gone to see him. And Yennefer is here, after betraying him worse than anyone has ever done in his long life. And there's Ciri to contend with, Jaskier, and everything seems like it's just too much.
That's why he's sitting alone in the mess hall with a bottle of white gull in front of him. He's already gotten into it.
Jaskier had come into his room earlier, smelling of Eskel. And if Geralt hadn't heard his moans echoing through the halls, this would have made their coupling obvious. Geralt isn't jealous in the way that he wants to keep Jaskier to himself, it's quite the opposite. Having Jaskier to himself would be exhausting. Of course, he and the bard are close, and they fuck often while traveling together, but having all of that love and attention centered on him seems like his very own personal nightmare. He often encourages Jaskier to bed others, even though they always come back to each other in the end.
Until the mountain, at least.
He doesn't want to think about that.
Thankfully, he hears a noise, a distraction. He looks over toward the entrance to the room, only to see the last person he'd expected. "Eskel."