Girlzilla_Attacks
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As the townspeople shrank back, as they made signs to ward off evil and pulled children and daemons back out of the way, Jaskier had laughed, too loud and forced, and waltzed right into Geralt's space without a moment's hesitation. He had ignored the viscera clumping his hair, the black veins streaking from his eyes, the stench of sweat and death that followed him, and had cupped Geralt's face in his hands. Silent and quivering, Geralt had let Jaskier tilt his head this way and that, had let him run a careful thumb through the blood along his hairline, and had even managed to grunt in the negative when asked if any of the blood was his. Geralt had been pliable, easy to maneuver away from fearful, suspicious stares.
Like this, Geralt looked poised to bolt and he didn't look like he would much care what was in his way.
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- Part 4 of nothing is real 'til it's gone
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17 Apr 2022