The rest of my days3/8/2023 Your lashes brimmed heavy with tears, your hands clenched into shaking fists upon your lap, in a desperate battle against the grief, and Jaskier sat there, no idea what to do. He refused to look away, even as your lips began to tremble and your shoulders heaved with emotion, unwilling to back down in such company. ‘Jaskier, why am I not as beautiful as all these women you fawn over. ‘Hey, it’s me, You can tell me anything.’ You bit your lip, eyes looking everywhere but your boyfriend, but he only moves closer with those eyes that look so deeply into your own. Instead, you focused on the burning sensation of the fire on your skin, rather than the burning of his skin against yours. Sliding down onto the booth until his thigh touched yours, you tried to stop your grimace. Come on love, tell old Jaskier here what’s wrong. ‘If you keep staring like that, you’ll burn a hole through the cup. You only sigh to yourself, staring into the bottom of your empty pint as Jaskier came wandering over, eyebrows furrowed in concern. You look far too much like Geralt right now, brooding in the corner by yourself.’ ‘Are you alright? You’ve been so quiet all night, which isn’t like you. It took you a moment, however, to realise that not all his words had been inaudible. It took a few hours until soon it was only you, Jaskier, the innkeeper and a few drunk stragglers left in the room, who cheer in babbled nonsense as Jaskier patters across the room, a look of determination on his face as he strummed his fingers over his strings, mouthing words under his breath. The smell of ale and wood smoke permeated your nose as you snorted, scanning the opposite end of the room in hope of finding anything else to watch other than the performance in front of you. His charisma, you knew, he used to collect the money for the food and board during your travels, but you couldn’t help but feel awful every time your boyfriend took the hand of another beautiful cloaked woman, slightly tipsy, kissing her hand with overdramatic fervour. Picking up another coin tossed at his feet, his attention turned to the blonde haired woman who had throne it. ‘Toss a coin to your witcher, oh valley of plenty…’ Hour after hour you had sat in that small building, watching the innkeeper get more and more annoyed as Jaskier worked the room, doing his rounds and performing his usual antics that made your chest ache and tighten with every note and wink. The melting wax dripped from the white candles as they began to burn down to their wicks, the fireplace by your shoulder a dim light during this stormy night, burning against your skin. Geralt had already downed his pint of ale, leaving your side with a groan at the bard as he left to tend to Roach as he, as Geralt had put, was ‘better company than Jaskier would ever be.’ The entry door and few dull windows in this lowly tavern were your only solace for the night. Of course darling, I really hope you’re feeling better! <3 Request: Hello lovely person! Hope you’re doing okay! Was wondering if you could write me something with Jaskier from The Witcher? I haven’t been feeling my best lately, so could I have something where the female reader is feeling very insecure about herself, and thinks she is very ugly, so Jaskier comforts her by telling her she is very beautiful, cuddling her, stroking/braiding her hair, wiping her tears, etc.
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