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yeraskier · 2 years

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"Geralt?"

"Hm."

"Do you think we'll last?"

The question startles him, what feels like a thousand thoughts suddenly flying through his mind.

He doesn't understand. He doesn't. They've barely been together a year, and sure, sometimes things get too intense and too much and quite suffocating, but it's all worth it. It's so, so worth it, because as terrifying as this relationship can get, more than anything, it's liberating.

It's almost sickening being this in love, being this loved, and Geralt not used to sickness, but this is one he wouldn't trade for anything else.

Jaskier has done well in telling, and showing, Geralt that he feels the same.

So he doesn't understand what prompted this, he doesn't understand what he could have possibly done, what could have made Jaskier even begin to doubt for a moment that---

"Geralt," Jaskier says, sharper this time. Geralt turns his body around until he's face to face with his bard. Jaskier doesn't look upset, or angry, or even moderately unsettled. He just looks... curious.

"Should I be worried that it's taking you so long to answer a simple question?" The bard teases.

Geralt scoffs. "As if anything with you has ever been simple."

Jaskier laughs and Geralt realizes his statement was untrue.

Things with Jaskier are almost too simple, so much so that Geralt can't help constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. He isn't destructive about it, not anymore, but the anxiety lives on because things with Jaskier are simple in a way that simply doesn't feel real.

Geralt's life has always been so far from simple that it's genuinely laughable, because holy shit, who else does any of this happen to?

But Jaskier. Jaskier is so simple it's as jarring as it is leveling, and the only times things have ever been complicated between them was because Geralt made them that way.

Things with Jaskier are simple.

Jaskier loves him. He loves Jaskier.

They're in love. They do the things they do because they love each other, and it's so simple because there's never any doubt about how much they love each other.

Once Geralt accepted it, and embraced it, his mind finally quieted, and his body finally rested.

"I don't know," he says, honestly because he doesn't, because he could never think to lie to Jaskier again as he did back on that mountain. "But I can't remember a time when I didn't love you, and I think that means something."

Jaskier smiles at him, then. It's a small, private one, only reserved for Geralt, and that thought makes his heart leap.

His bard reaches out and brushes the pad of his thumb across Geralt's brows, down the side of his face, over his lips.

"I think so, too."

#some fluff because literally all of my most recent shit has been angst coded or straight up angst #so have this #why are so many of my ficlets of them in a bed #i did not edit this #sorry!@#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the witcher #my writing

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