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Okay, hear me out (Jaskier and Geralt)
Mar. 30th, 2020 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
breadpantsJaskier stared down at the beautiful calligraphy scrawled across the parchment in his hand as though he could change what it said through sheer force of will. He couldn't.
Well, shit. was his first thought, followed immediately by several other, equally profanity-laden reactions, none of which felt like they entirely did the job of expressing how he was feeling in that specific moment.
It wasn't the parchment itself - an invitation to attend his cousin's impending nuptials - that was technically the problem, though it certainly evoked plenty of feelings of dread. No, the real problem was the letter that had accompanied it, a short but pointed note from his mother.
I have ensured your cousin make allowances for you to bring a guest, she had written so that we can perhaps finally meet the man that has kept you from accepting any other match I might have made for you.
Which is all very well and good, except the man didn't exist.
Well, okay, he did exist, in that whenever Jaskier had written to his mother explaining that he simply couldn't be set up because he was still seeing somebody, the somebody he had described had been Geralt. The problem was that Geralt was not now, nor had he ever been, Jaskier's somebody.
He dropped the paper on the table in front of him and slumped back in his chair, trying to summon the words to express to the world at large how he felt about this development.
"...well, shit." he sighed eventually. Sometimes you just had to go with your first reaction.
Well, shit. was his first thought, followed immediately by several other, equally profanity-laden reactions, none of which felt like they entirely did the job of expressing how he was feeling in that specific moment.
It wasn't the parchment itself - an invitation to attend his cousin's impending nuptials - that was technically the problem, though it certainly evoked plenty of feelings of dread. No, the real problem was the letter that had accompanied it, a short but pointed note from his mother.
I have ensured your cousin make allowances for you to bring a guest, she had written so that we can perhaps finally meet the man that has kept you from accepting any other match I might have made for you.
Which is all very well and good, except the man didn't exist.
Well, okay, he did exist, in that whenever Jaskier had written to his mother explaining that he simply couldn't be set up because he was still seeing somebody, the somebody he had described had been Geralt. The problem was that Geralt was not now, nor had he ever been, Jaskier's somebody.
He dropped the paper on the table in front of him and slumped back in his chair, trying to summon the words to express to the world at large how he felt about this development.
"...well, shit." he sighed eventually. Sometimes you just had to go with your first reaction.
