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ellayuki · 2 years
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27012022 - The Witcher
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He pretends to think about it, just for the space of a heartbeat or two, when the princess looks at him over dinner and asks how long he and Geralt have known each other. No matter how he says it, somehow, he still thinks it sounds… well, somewhat pathetic, if he’s being honest. “Oh, I don’t know… Going on… what, twenty five years now?” As if he doesn’t know right down to the day. “Thereabouts.”
Silence follows his words, and it’s not like he’s surprised, honestly. It is, frankly, quite an embarrassingly long time to be following someone around like a lost pup.
Geralt, when Jaskier looks at him for a brief second, has the beginning of a frown on his face. Out of the corner of his eye he catches the incredulous expression on Yennefer’s. He shifts his gaze back to Ciri. Shrugs.
The princess blinks at him. And then blinks again, turning to look at Geralt, perhaps for confirmation. “Twenty five years? That’s…”
“It hasn’t been that long,” Geralt says with an exaggerated eyeroll. He takes a drink of his ale, before speaking again. “Sure felt like a lot more than that, though.”
And it's an attempt at some levity, Jaskier understands that. Geralt is trying to lighten the conversation a little bit, steer away from where things are still cracked between them.
It’s been a peaceful evening so far, no need to bring up old hurts, surely?
And yet, Jaskier can't keep the derisive snort from escaping. "Your memory’s going, then, in your old age. I was seventeen when we met, Geralt. I'm forty two now. That’s twenty five years no matter how you slice it.”
“And now I’m starting to feel like the other woman,” Yennefer mutters.
And oh, wouldn’t that be something. “Ah, if only.”
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AN: Dates and ages taken from the witchernetflix.com interactive map.
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