A/n: Because I didn’t post a sneak peek yesterday, I’ll post one now while I take a break from Snippets :)) I also have an announcement I’ll post in a few minutes that has to do with snippets :))
Geralt notices how Jaskier’s hand goes to your back the moment your head drops, how every turn in the corridors on the path to your chambers seem so natural to the bard. Jaskier has been here before. He’s been to your chambers before.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for your birthday,” Jaskier mentions, making Geralt frown and tilt his head slightly. “But I was busy dying because of a Djinn.”
Geralt rolls his eyes as you chuckle at his words and glance up at him. “It’s alright. We both know that my mother would haven’t let you see me anyway,” you state, shrugging your shoulders as you turn another corner.
Jaskier hums and nods his head. “But we both know I would have made a plan to see you,” he states, making you laugh and turn to face him when you reach your chamber doors.
“I know,” you whisper, holding your injured arm close to your body.
He reaches past you and opens the door. “I’ll go see if I can find anything for that,” he says, nodding to your arm and stepping backward as he turns to smile at Geralt. “And I’ll let you two get to know each other better.”
When he smirks at Geralt, the Witcher realizes why he was dragged to this feast in the first place. And it wasn’t to protect him from any lords that want to kill him, but for him to meet you. Geralt glares at Jaskier before he turns around to walk away.
Geralt glances down at you and finds you standing in your chambers behind the door, waiting for him to walk in and join you. He grunts to himself and walks into your chambers, your eyes cast to the ground as you slowly close to the door.
He glances around the room. In one corner, close to a window, he finds an array of paints, paintbrushes, and an incomplete painting on an easel. But he doesn’t walk closer to see what the painting is. He only turns around to look at you and you sit in a seat with your gaze on your arm. “You’re in pain,” he mutters, stepping forward as your head snaps up to him.
You shake your head. “I’ll be fine,” you whisper, your eyes returning to your wounds before you look at your tattered sleeves that expose the faint bruises on your skin. “I guess I won’t be wearing this dress again,” you say with a small laugh on your voice, trying to lighten the mood as you look up at him.
“Then I don’t suppose you mind if I do this,” he speaks, grabbing the sleeve your father cut and rips it off the shoulder. You gasp at the sound of the tear and look down as he kneels in front of you and starts to wrap the material like a bandage around the claw-mark on your forearm. “It’s not a good idea to let wounds dry. It’s best to keep them moist and covered,” he whispers, focusing on trying not to hurt you.
But being focused on your wounds causes him to miss the smile on growing on your face. “Jaskier was right.” That makes his glance up at you and frown. “You are smart. And..very good with your hands,” you chuckle, looking back down at the makeshift bandage he’s wrapped around your forearm.