[ Geralt is deep into his meditation, but there's one thing that can always bring him out of it. Especially when it's something that he's not heard in quite some time. His eyes open. He's fully aware. He just can't imagine why he's hearing Jaskier's voice in this gods forsaken place. Jaskier shouldn't be here. He should be elsehwere on the continent, safe from whatever curse if affecting this little town.
Gods, Geralt hopes that he's imagining it.
Quickly, he's on his feet and opening the door to the little home he's claimed. It's original owners are long gone now, and since they're all trapped here, the townspeople had graciously given him a place to stay, to store his swords. He'd left Roach in the town to the north, he can only hope that she's okay.
Stepping out, Geralt nearly does a double take. He's learned to trust his senses without fail, so he knows that he does truly see Jaskier walking down the the dirt path between houses. ]
Jaskier. [ He makes Jaskier's name into a complete sentence with the way he says it, stepping into Jaskier's path like a piece of punctuatiuon. ] What the fuck are you doing here?
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Date: 2023-09-08 06:40 pm (UTC)Gods, Geralt hopes that he's imagining it.
Quickly, he's on his feet and opening the door to the little home he's claimed. It's original owners are long gone now, and since they're all trapped here, the townspeople had graciously given him a place to stay, to store his swords. He'd left Roach in the town to the north, he can only hope that she's okay.
Stepping out, Geralt nearly does a double take. He's learned to trust his senses without fail, so he knows that he does truly see Jaskier walking down the the dirt path between houses. ]
Jaskier. [ He makes Jaskier's name into a complete sentence with the way he says it, stepping into Jaskier's path like a piece of punctuatiuon. ] What the fuck are you doing here?