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His Sweet Kiss

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Another town, another monster, another tavern. It was just like any other week for Geralt. He could hear the music even as he walked through the alley towards the inn. Even from the outside he could recognise the voice within, it brought a sad little smile to his otherwise stoic face. The outside of the inn was dingy and unwelcoming but if Jaskier was here he knew the inside would be full of light and laughter for him.

 

At least he that was his first thought, but the longer Geralt listened the more sadness he heard in his voice.

 

The fairer sex, they often call it

But her love’s as unfair as a crook

It steals all my reason

Commits every treason

Of logic, with naught but a look

A storm raging on the horizon

Of longing and heartache and lust

She’s always bad news

It’s always lose, lose

So tell me love, tell me love

How is that just?

 

As large a burr under his saddle as Jaskier tended to be Geralt didn’t like that he sounded so heartbroken. The thought sent a pang of pain through Geralt’s chest and a wave of confusion through his mind. Why did he think he sounded heartbroken, instead of just sad or hurt, and why did he dislike it so personally.

 

But the story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

Her sweet kiss

But the story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

 

He thought of the last time the two had been together, and the horrible words he had said before they parted. Lies, all of them, he had lashed out at the bard for no other reason then to spread his pain. Yennifer’s rejection had hurt him greatly, but as the days passed Geralt had found Jaskier’s absence hurt just as much, and for longer. He needed to apologize he realized, so with a deep sigh Geralt entered the inn.

 

Her current is pulling you closer

And charging the hot, humid night

The red sky at dawn is giving a warning, you fool

Better stay out of sight

I’m weak my love, and I am wanting

If this is the path I must trudge

I welcome my sentence

Give to you my penance

Garrotter, jury and judge

But the story is this

 

Geralt kept to the shadows as he always does, but his eyes were not on the floor this time. He couldn’t stop looking at Jaskier. The closer he got, the more Geralt could hear the pain in the bard’s voice as he sang. He didn’t look right, his face was pale and gaunt, the usual shine in his eyes was gone. At first Geralt thought that perhaps his singing was not bringing in enough coin for him to eat regularly anymore, the cup overflowing with coins at his feet said otherwise.

 

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

Her sweet kiss

But the story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

But the story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

Her sweet kiss

But the story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

The story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

 

As the last notes from his lute died to silence Geralt didn’t move from his spot. He instead just watched as Jaskier made hi way off the small stage to the sound of quiet and tearful applause. The bard walks up to the bar keep who passes him a large mug of ale. Geralt slowly walks up and takes the spot next to the bard. He signaled to the barkeep and was handed his own mug of ale. “That a new song? What happened? Did the Countess de Stael leave you again?”

 

The bard looks blearily over at him, obviously not his first ale. “What?” It takes the younger man a moment to understand the question, “No! No, it’s not about her. Not that you care.” he answered before turning back to his drink.

 

Geralt was shocked by Jaskier’s response, but he continued. “So was it one of the other lovely ladies you were with that broke your heart?”

 

Jaskier slams his drink down on the bar, making it slosh up over the rim some. “By the gods, why are you acting like you care. You made it quite clear, I am nothing to you but a menace that ruined your life.” Geralt actually flinched at that, and opened his mouth to try to apologize but before he could make a sound Jaskier continued, standing as he spoke, louder with each word, “If you really must know that song, that particular song is about you and your witch! About how every time she shows up she turns you inside out and upside down and destroys everything in her path, including...Including our relation...friendship.”  Geralt was stunned to silence by the bards near confession and was only able to stare as Jaskier made a quick retreat to his room up stairs.