Chapter 3[Luck]

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Jaskier didnt feel like singing much, all of his best songs were about the one man he would risk it all for.

But would that man do the same for him?

No he wouldnt, would he? Confused, the Bard went on to find a place to clear his head. There weren't many places who weren't familiar with him, so he was forced to sing about the Witcher.

The more he tried not to think about him, the more he just did.

And it hurt him every time, he hated how dependable he was on Geralt, like he couldnt live on is own. He knew Geralt wasnt kind but only now when they are separated did he realize how rude Geralt was.

Jaskier often tried to get Geralt to open up, he knew Geralt didnt really like his eyes, and he thought that maybe this Witcher had feelings. He saw how Geralt's posture changed ever so slightly when people went quiet as he entered a room, or how he seems to sulk just a little bit more as people yell at him.

He thought, maybe if he could open up to Geralt, that he would open up back.

But he never did, and Jaskier couldnt talk openly and truthfully becuase as long as Yennefer was near, he would always want her.

Becuase Geralt likes women and what they can give him, he doesnt care for men who have the nick name Dandelion. 

Geralt wants ale, not men who sing like crap to him.

Geralt is just, he was everything to Jaskier. Jaskier is nothing for Geralt. 


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