So, I'm Just Daydreaming About Geralt And Jaskier,

so, i'm just daydreaming about geralt and jaskier,

as per usual,

and i made myself sad thinking about geralt apologising for snapping on the mountain, kinda curling in on himself, feeling slightly ashamed but also wary? cause when has he ever been graced with forgiveness? how often do people allow him to explain his actions? how many humans take the time to listen and be patient as he tries to express how... difficult it is, processing emotions when all his life he's been told he has none. so he resigns himself to losing his friend completely, prepares for a dismissive tone and a cold rejection,

and then,

hearing jaskier sigh and tell him that it's okay, that sure he was sad and a little angry at first, but time has passed and his love has always been stronger than his hate, and sure they'll need to talk about it more when ciri isn't around because they both need to be more communicative, but for now, it's okay and he forgives him,

but, not only that, he's sorry too! he should have given geralt maybe some time, a little space - for he had just lost yennefer and maybe he shouldn't have made light of the situation in the same breath as geralt's heart being broken?

like,

can you imagine?

geralt's reaction??

like how many people have apologised to him in the past? how many people have forgiven him but then went on to offer their own sincere regret in regards to the actions they've taken against him??

like, visenna will never apologise to him for what she did. the elder witchers will never apologise for what they did. stregobor won't, other witchers and humans and mages won't, geralt has probably never had someone offer themselves up for his forgiveness! either because they think there's nothing for him to forgive, or that he should simply shoulder what they've done, or they think themselves above such quaint little customs.

and idk,

geralt being apologised to,

jaskier forgiving him,

all the feelings which blossom and flood geralt's veins, it makes him a little dizzy, a little winded, his throat closes up and his mouth falls open in a silent acceptance - ciri probably softly elbows him to jolt him out of his stupor,

but jaskier shakes his head because he understands. with a small smile, he cocks his head and says i understand,

which probably rocks geralt even more, because even now, after the years that have passed, the bard can still decipher him on levels not even vesemir can touch,

and invites them to drink with him.

a gentle offer of friendship reborn,

and one which geralt takes with eager appreciation.