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When Geralt gifted Jaskier with pretty cockatrice feathers, the bard joked he'd appreciate all gifts from him, going so far as to say he'd be happy with a pickled eyeball.
Jaskier might have forgotten all about that request, but Geralt hasn't.
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- Part 2 of Witcher love language
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To a witcher, touch is almost never a good thing.
Touch means something or someone has gotten too close. Close enough to rend open the places where armour doesn’t protect the vulnerabilities underneath. Close enough to see the pulse where it beats just under the surface, to identify where to strike.
To Geralt, touch is everything beyond that, too. He craves the moments where touch doesn’t mean pain, damage, or potential death, but where it means safety and care. In a witcher’s life, those moments are far and few between.
Geralt bears it and watches the seasons change until he can take out that part of himself for winter, and let it breathe.He’s used to it, and he’s already endured it for decades when he meets Jaskier
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- Part 1 of Witcher love language
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After Jaskier starts travelling with him, the words Geralt hears to describe him become kinder, and he hears himself referred to as the white wolf, more than the butcher.
The same cannot be said for Jaskier. When at first it was lovely, pretty, songbird, now the words to describe the bard are of an entirely different nature.---000---
During their first summer on the path Geralt hears Jaskier referred to as loud, obnoxious, and once - rather unkindly- as a chatty little bitch. Which Geralt finds he can somewhat understand, especially in those moments where he needs just a little peace and quiet. It’s mostly when he finishes the more difficult hunts, potions still raging through his bloodstream, his senses just a bit too sharp for comfort. Jaskier’s voice isn’t grating, it’s rather lovely, in fact. But in those moments, Geralt just wants to growl at him and tell him to be quiet.
He never calls the bard a chatty little bitch though.
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14 Sep 2026
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Geralt has had a miserable time in Redania, contracts far en few between, and decides to go fill a contract put forth by the Viscount de Lettenhove.
When the Viscount tells Geralt to name his price, he names a night with him. A night with the Viscount, just to see the other man waver and refuse. To Geralt's surprise, the noble agrees.--000--
“Butcher,” the Viscount breathes out, and Geralt tries his best not to flinch.
Instead, he looks at the man coolly. The word from the Viscount’s mouth makes him inexplicably angry. He shouldn’t be surprised at the moniker, hasn’t been in a long while, but right now it stings in a new and unexpected way. He’s angry that the man that loves his people so much, has tried to save their children and kill the monster, now isn’t even seeing him as the last resort he was when he was a nameless witcher.The viscount blinks dark lashes over his blue eyes and opens his mouth to speak, but Geralt cuts him off.
“I said I’d take the contract. You said to name my price. Are those still the terms?”
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Jaskier gets jumped by a bunch of bandits, who happen to be so dumb as to stab him with an ancient artifact. When he wakes up, the bandits are slaughtered, and Jaskier has a new hunger. He decides he can't and won't live like this, and searches out a witcher to kill him when he's unsuccessful himself. Of course......he finds Geralt, or does Geralt find him?
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When Jaskier wakes up, the light is uncommonly bright to his eyes, and he has to squint against it. He’s not sure he remembers going to sleep the previous night, and briefly accuses himself of gulping down the bottle of Toussainti wine he’d filched from the inn, leaving a few crowns in its place.He rubs his hands over his face, and realises that as he does so, the strange metallic scent that hangs in the air gets stronger. When he pulls his hands away to look at his palms, he stiffens. There are red stains on the skin, some of it dried and flaking in the creases.
It’s very definitely not wine.
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