Work Text:
“Nenneke, please. Let him in.”
Geralt winces, holding the bandaged wound in his side.
“Why do you want to see that fool of a man?” The older woman’s anger is clear. “He’s the reason you are hurt.”
As if they keep count like this.
“Please.” From the sickroom, Geralt can hear Jaskier’s frantic heartbeat. He aches, knowing how worried Jaskier is. “He’s my husband.”
Something changes in Nenneke’s eyes. “How…”
“Please.”
The door opens. Suddenly, Jaskier is all there is, holding Geralt carefully, blue eyes brimming with tears.
Geralt melts into his husband’s arms, knowing that, perhaps, he’s the fool.

starryjaskier Mon 21 Aug 2023 11:38PM UTC
Comment Actions
2jamie Tue 22 Aug 2023 03:50AM UTC
Comment Actions
toapoet Tue 22 Aug 2023 04:22AM UTC
Comment Actions
Tears_and_smiles Tue 22 Aug 2023 07:50AM UTC
Comment Actions
lipstick_lisa Tue 22 Aug 2023 08:54AM UTC
Comment Actions
the_blondey Fri 15 Sep 2023 03:24AM UTC
Comment Actions