my new geraskier fic is multichaptered, established relationship, and answers the question, what would happen if Geralt and Jaskier got to enjoy their winter together?
or: keep reading below for a sneak peek!
The harvest is ending and autumn is on its way out with it when Geralt approaches the Western Gate into Oxenfurt.
Already, the leaves have withered brown and fallen from the trees, curled up under a layer of frost from the night before. The sun has only just come up, dawn still lingering around the edges of the city as it sleepily wakes up. Winter is close, everyone can feel it; the merchants are already setting out the last and best of their stock in their final attempts to stock up on coin for the season.
Geralt leads across the bridge into the city and through the tight streets, enjoying the feeling of familiarity. It’s been over a decade of winters, now, that Jaskier has been accompanying him to Kaer Morhen. The routine of returning to Oxenfurt before winter sets in, of finding Jaskier at the Academy and accompanying him on the route up to Kaer Morhen, it’s pleasant.
He misses Jaskier, though they’ve only been apart for a few weeks. They’d parted ways in Hierarch Square when Geralt’s contract led him in the opposite direction of the month-long poetry competition Jaskier had been aiming towards. Jaskier had been regretful, when Geralt left to take care of a specter supposedly haunting the Seven Cats Inn right outside Novigrad. At the time, Jaskier had promised to win the competition for him and take on lectures in the meantime, while he waited for Geralt to make his way back up to him.
In previous years, they’ve been apart longer. Geralt has come to Oxenfurt to pick Jaskier up after a season spent at the school, entire classes and semesters gone that Jaskier lived while Geralt roamed the Continent. In recent years, they’ve spent less and less time apart. A few weeks, here and there, maybe.
Never long. Jaskier doesn’t let it be that long and, to be honest, neither does Geralt.
