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#Yeah I'm once again doing this to procrastinate the next arranged marriage chapter but shhhh
flowercrown-bard · 2 years
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Aghast, Jaskier pressed a hand to his chest, as he stared at Geralt, who looked as if he hadn't just admitted to the most heartbreaking thing the poet had ever heard.
"But in eighty years, not even once!" he exclaimed.
Calmly, Geralt shrugged.
"Didnt think it would be such a shock to you."
"Excuse me, of course it comes as a shock to hear that one of the kindest, sweetest, most lovely -"
Feeling his cheeks warm up, Geralt let out a half-hearted warning growl, that didn't do anything to stop Jaskier.
"- genuine people I have ever met, has never received flowers from anyone."
Heartbroken didn't even come close to the look on Jaskier's face, as he took Geralt's hand.
"I don't mind," Geralt said, forgetting to put the growl into his voice, as he stared dumbly at Jaskier's thumb rubbing circles into the back of his hand.
Jaskier huffed in indignation.
"Keep saying that, if you please, but I still think it's an I justice."
Letting go of Jaskier's hand felt like leaving home, yet Geralt didn't stop the bard, as he dropped his hand.
"My duty as your best friend is to care about you and make sure you're feeling properly appreciated, so -"
Never pausing in his speech, Jaskier squinted at the grass next to the road they were walking on.
"Oh!"
Perking up, Jaskier skipped ahead a couple of steps.
Quickly, he bent down and plucked something off the ground, immediately hiding it behind his back.
Raising an eyebrow, Geralt tried to silently ask Jaskier what he had found, but for once, Jaskier stayed silent.
Slowly, almost reverently, he waited for Geralt to catch up with him.
Then, he presented him with a bright purple flower.
Unsure what to do, Geralt only stood there dumbfounded.
"Very well," Jaskier sighed with a fond roll of his eyes, "guess I'll have to do it myself."
With that, he stepped closer, gently brushed Geralts hair behind his ear and ever so carefully tucked the flower behind it as well.
"Xeranthemum, also known as immortelles," Jaskier started to explain, caressing the blooms one last time before dropping his hand, "stand for things that are everlasting, just like us."
"You're staying with me then?" Geralt asked and even as he said it, he knew that it wasn't really a question.
"Zeugls, ghouls and selkimores combined wouldn't be able to make me leave your side," Jaskier said and slipped his hand once more into Geralt's, where it stayed for the rest of the day.
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