Tirred_traveller



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    Geralt remembered a fight, years before, when his leg had been broken. The bone had broken in two places; his knee had shattered. The pain had lasted for days. That had been nine – ten years ago. The bard had been a child then. A tiny child, unable to walk, unable to think from pain. Because of him. It was hard to breathe. When he thought about it too much, it got hard to breathe.

    Jaskier has always known he has a soulmate; a soulmate who is in pain a frankly concerning amount of the time. Geralt isn't sure if he believes that old superstition that witchers have no soulmates, but he knows he isn't bonded to anyone. He is alone, and he likes it that way.

    Or, soulmates feel each other's pain and Jaskier is not having a good time.

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    Something whispers against the shell of his ear. A changing wind tumbling down from the mountain and wrapping around his shoulders like a cloak.

    Look back.

    He shakes his head – as if someone were actually trying to speak to him. The words wisp away.

    Why in the names of all of the gods would he look back? The dirt path and all of its stones and rocks press into the soles of his boots. No, he thinks firmly.

    And his chest is tight and his stomach churns; but he keeps walking.

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    After the Mountain, Jaskier wants to put as much distance as he can between him and the Witcher. Only, with every step he takes, the more tired and weaker he becomes. Eventually, he collapses. Unknown to him, Destiny has tied him to a soulmate - a bond broken on a mountain top after an ill-fated dragon hunt. And now Destiny is trying to knit them back together again.

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    “I’m going to Kaer Morhen,” Geralt says stiffly. “Come with me.”

    Jaskier’s mouth falls open, but he’s quick to shut it. Geralt holds his gaze. “I’m...what?”

    “Would you rather spend your winter here?” Geralt’s voice hardens. “Out in the cold with ravens watching from the trees, waiting for the first of the starving or sick to drop?”

    And he’s seen it all before; winters were he didn’t make it to Oxenfurt on time, winters spent weathering out howling winds in shabby road-side inns and taverns. His bones shiver at the memory of it.

    Something must give away his answer.

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    "But Grace have sex in crew quarters sometimes."

    "That's not— you shouldn't—" Grace shakes his head. He knows Rocky doesn't mean to make him uncomfortable. Heck, Grace's biggest problem at the moment is that the knowledge of Rocky watching him doesn't make him uncomfortable. Not in the way it probably should. "It's not really sex. Since I'm by myself when I…" he trails off and hopes that's the end of it.

    "Rocky is here when Grace have not-sex."

    "No, I mean—" Grace sighs and tries not to pull out his hair. "It's only me. Touching myself. You don't touch me."

    Rocky sinks back on his hind legs and goes quiet in a way that Grace recognizes as careful thought. Stony fingers click together and drum against the aluminum composite flooring. When Rocky speaks next Grace nearly falls off his stool.

    "Grace let Rocky touch, question?"

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    "Hold the favor of an omega and you hold the favor of the gods.
    He's heard the tales sung to pups in their beds by mothers and milkmaids.
    "Omegas are the realms delights rare and valued beyond compare. Beings born to only the highest of royalty and greatest high-born houses."
    They aren't born to the smallfolk and they certaintly aren't from the filthy squalor of fleabottom.
    So why would Dunk every pay the tales anymind.
    They are fair and beautiful and dainty everything Dunk isn't.
    He only had one goal, knighthood. Beyond that what else would he care about. Hes a simple man with simple goals.
    But the winds are changing, And with them they carry a scent as sweet as summer and the singers sing of a new star falling from the sky.
    An gift from the gods, a sign of good fortune.
    Dunk sees it as an omen that his path of knighthood is clear.
    The Targaryens also sense the shifting winds
    And someone new keeps managing catch their eye, someone with a scent like gold, someone they all intend to seek out.
    No matter what.
    Targareyen's are blood of the dragon after all , and dragons have never been known to let a treasure out of their sight.

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