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Geralt’s mentor sat at the head of the table, watching Geralt huddle the bundle to his chest, shivering. “Boy.” He spoke roughly. “You’re missing half your set up, all your pelts; where are they?” He demanded, standing slowly. Geralt looked up at him, eyes shining with something- instincts; something set this boy off.
“He was cold.” Geralt spoke simply, peeking down at the bundle in his arms. “he was dying.” He shifted the pelts and blankets and revealed the face of his companion. Pale, blue-lipped, and shaking, frost touched his nose and the tips of his hair. “He was going to die. If I didn’t give him my all.” Geralt whispered and stroked frozen cheeks; the boy was pale, too pale to look alive. Geralt was restless, and that was evident in how much he huddled around the freezing man, curling around him and nearly shovelling him into the fire. Vesimir sighed and shoved back, walking over and kneeling down beside his son.
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Geralt and Jaskier nearly died in a snowstorm; Geralt realises he never really talked about his feelings, and Jaskier never got to claim him the way Geralt did.
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- Part 6 of Kinktober 2026