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JOD DAY 6
SUM: W:S2: Geralt saves Jaskier from prison.
“They don’t care about you.” | Flinch | Broken Promise | Abandoned |
JOD D 6
Jaskier knew the burns had become infected. He knew especially when the mice would answer him back, in common. Geralt had abandoned him. Voicing words of hate at him. Yennefer abandoned him as well with what ever last ditch magical stunt she pulled. So here he sits in cell to be persecuted for a crime of peeper. But what they found in his pocket made for him to worry. It was a pamphlet that helped elves discover the sandpiper network. So they probably had to take it to a translator. He is sure to be hung for it. And he would be lost to the world.
Forgotten.
“They don’t care about you,” Jordan one of the mice voice to him.
“True,” Jaskier sighs. Geralt did voice once that he would come for him if he needed. Well he needed him but he is not here. Hasn’t been here for two years. Life goes on and friendships end. But he promised. Geralt is anything a man of his word. But that was then this is now. Gordon squeaks trying to cheer him up singing one of their songs. Morgan trying to sing with him but it’s a little off key. Smiling at the mice trying to lift his spirits.
“You are still going to die,” Jordan voices with his gloomy attitude. His fellow mice squeaking at him for being a gloomy Gus.
“Probably,” Jaskier sighs dropping his shoulder with his hopes and dreams. Gordon sings again trying to cheer him up. He tries to smile at his new friends but he is so tired.
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What wakes him is silence and pain on his fingers. He flinches back form the pain. A growl responds.
“Dammit Jaskier I’m trying to help you.” Jaskier knows that voice and tone. Opening his eyes he sees Geralt kneeling before him. His blue eyes take in the witcher before him.
“Am I dead?” Geralt takes his hand in his again to go back to treating the wound.
“Not yet. But you would have been if I did not show up.”
“Why are you here?”
“Yennefer said you were in trouble.”
“What else did she do?” Knowing there had to be more in order to finally get him here after two years of silence.
“I need your help.”
“Ah,” there it is. He’s only helping him so he can use him for whatever.
“How did this happen?” Geralt voice applying the ointment to the cleaned burns.
“You are goin to have to be more specific?” Jaskier sighs. Wanting to ramble on but Geralt did not like that. Remaining still for the witcher to make the first move. Then those gold eyes look at him. The hunter studying his prey. Silence stands between them.
“Yennefer said you were in trouble.” Jaskier nods. A bard can be silent. “She… She took Ciri. I can’t figure out why.” Those eyes plead with the knowledgeable bard. Jaskier takes a deep breath. Geralt tilts his head at him trying to figure out what is going on. He knows he had wronged Jaskier but he did not have time for this he had to save Ciri. He had to, he growls looking at the sad human before him. His friend who he never acknowledged. Took for granted. He kept taking and taking and Jaskier always gave. Given what he does not deserve but he need him now. “Jaskier?” Looking at the bard he takes in his eyes that look distant and hurt. The control of his features at not to burst at him. So controlled. “Jaskier?” Geralt tries again. Jaskier gives a big sigh before retuning his attention on Geralt.
“Is that the only reason you came and rescued me?” Jaskier voices sadly. Geralt did not have time. At first that had been his only thought. That Jaskier would be able to read Yennefer better than anyone. Know why she did what she did.
“It was my first notion.” Why lie now? “She voiced you were in trouble. But not how much. Who did you piss off to burn your hands?” Jaskier scoffs at his inquiry.
“They were hunting after you. After all I am the famous White Wolf Witcher’s Bard. This,” flexing the bandage the Geralt just finished securing. “Was because of you and your surprise that I fated upon you. And for your little brain to catalogue under for review later. I told him nothing. Because for what it’s worth you are my friend, even if I’ve never been yours.” Pulling his injury to his chest and looking away again. But as he did so his pocket squeaked. This made them both start in alarm. Geralt could only watch as Jaskier’s features went from sad to joyous. Placing his unbandaged hand in his pocket he pulls out two mice.
“Gordon, Morgan. What are you doing here?” they squeak at him. Gordon being the more vocal basically squeaking every detail of what happened. Morgan looked to Geralt sniffing at him. Then she trailed herself up Jaskier’s shoulder to go to his injured hand. She inspected the bandage before cleaning herself.
“You have mice?”
“I made some new friends in prison.” Geralt nods. Then there is a weight on him. Morgan had jumped on him beginning to snuffle around. “That’s Morgan.” Jaskier informs Geralt. Bringing the mouse up to view he can see her inspecting him just as thoroughly as he is her.
“Hmm,” Jaskier places her back on Jaskier’s hand where Gordon had just finished squeaking. The mice both look at him. Geralt has to smile.
“I’m keeping them.” Jaskier voices.
“Hm, only you would find Fey Mice in prison.”
“Fey Mice?” the firewood snaps in the fire which sends up sparks. Jaksier flinches pulling himself to huddle in on himself. “I don’t know. I don’t know.” The mice begin squeaking with concern. As if trying to pull him from the memories. Geralt tries to snort the smell of fear from Jaksier.
“Jaskier, you’re safe.” Jaskier keeps shaking as Geralt tries to pull him out from the memory. “We need to find Yennefer. She took Ciri.”
“"Hut, hut, turn your back to the forest and your front to me." Jaskier voices. This turns Geralt’s blood cold. Realizing now why Yennefer did what she did. Gold meet blue eyes.
“Thank you Jaskier. And I’m sorry for what I said. I regret how I voiced your life with me. You are a blessing I never asked for.” Jaskier looks at him confused. Then he sees Morgan staring hard at Geralt. “You are the truest friend I could ever have.” Geralt blinks looking to the mouse. Chuckling at her than at Jaskier. “I mean every word of what I just said.”
“I always knew you were a softy. Let’s go save Ciri.”
“In the morning. She can handle herself till than.”
END DAY 6