"Mama..." || Geraskier

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7 years. 7 years since his last interaction with Geralt.

Jaskier blame himself every second since then, he feel that he was too ignorant at the time to take the witcher's feelings first. He had been stupid to think that Geralt, a pure witcher, a creature well-know for not showing any kind of feeling, would open his heart to be his friend. He knew he had corrupted his "friendship" with the witcher,

forever..

-Dandelion, stop being a f#ck!ng cry baby and come!

Back to the real world, Jaskier rolls his tired eyes, gently wiping the tear that was on the way to his chin, and leaving his compositions aside, gets up and follows the one who called him.

Jaskier never abandoned music. Has much as he wanted to deny, he had to admit that it was the best way to turn his hurt soul into good coins, and to relieve his inner anger.

- - - - - - - - - -𝐿𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒- - - - - - - - - -

After hours of exhausting training, Jaskier was finally in peace, at least for the next two hours.

He was in his "private place", which was nothing more than a small cave carved into a cliff, facing the sea. He always finds a way to escape the army watchmen, who, frankly, were nothing but perverted young-adults who called themselves "professionals". He liked to sit there, and unwind his troubled thoughts, sometimes he sang melodies that, upon hearing from others, were beautiful and light, but for him, they only conveyed the one piece of soul of his old self.

Jaskier had changed a lot over the years, no one could deny it. When he joined the army, he was just a weak, skeletal and pale man, but over the years, he managed to gain a well-formed body, and gained a few scars, which, as everyone knows, in war no one comes out clean.

Even his attitudes, once so cheerful and optimistic, are now nothing more than a haze of complete nothingness.

He missed the past, what he had and what he was.

-I was and I'm stupid. Something that can never change ...

As soon as he speaks, he leans his head against the cold wall, and begins to sing, loud enough to hear an echo beyond the grotto.

As soon as he starts, mermaids and sirens, attracted by his serene voice, begin to accompany their melody, making the sea a calm and clear composition.

He was hurt, very hurt, but he still hoped for something better.

He could feel it ..