Geraskier Oneshots

Kaer Morhen

Hullo my loves! Its time for another geraskier story! I'm not really sure where this one will take me, so let's find out together!

The bright colors of Autumn were beginning to fade and a constant chill was beginning to settle into the air. For many other people, all this meant is that winter was setting in and it was time to make sure supplies were available and easy to get too. For a witcher, it meant traveling home, to Kaer Morhen, to rest, collect more potions and be with their brothers. Many of them looked forward to the winter, when they could have fewer responsibilities and just relax. For Geralt it wasn't that he didn't enjoy going home, it was just that going home meant parting ways with Jaskier for a few months, which he didn't particularly enjoy.

If he was honest with himself, Geralt hated them having to part in the small town between the mountain and Oxenfurt. It made the journey up the mountain less bearable and more tiring. As well as considerably more lonely. He had been thinking through what bringing Jaskier home with him would be like, and weighing his options. None of which seemed terribly awful. The pair were a few hours ride from the small town as Geralt continued to stew in his thoughts.

"You are much quieter than usual" Jaskier stated from his position in front of Geralt on roach

"I'm thinking" Geralt replied, after a moment of silence

"I gathered that much, I was more so inquiring as to what is going on in that head of yours" Jaskier informed 

"Kaer Morhen" Geralt answered simply

"You never have told me much about your home, what its like" Jaskier supplied

"I can tell you, if you would like" Geralt said

"You don't have to-" Jaskier was cut off mid sentence

"I want to tell you" Geralt confirmed

Jaskier smiled and nodded, silently listening to Geralt tell every story he could think of. The entirety of the few hours to the small town was spent with Jaskier asking an occasional question, but mostly Geralt telling the story of his early life. It was almost dark when they reached their destination, the chill in the air setting in as the two entered the tavern. The barmaid looked up and smiled at the two, remembering them from years past.

"We were expecting the two of you, the normal room is ready and the table in the corner is set for supper." The women smiled tossing the key in Jaskier's direction

"Thank you Ellie" Jaskier grinned, catching the key and heading in the direction of the stairs, Geralt giving the woman a nod as he followed

The room always saved for the couple was at the end of the hallway and on the right, its main window facing the town square. It wasn't the largest or nicest room but it was their room, where they spent the night together before parting ways for winter. The bed was warm and comfortable, and the fire burning brightly. The familiarity of the situation bringing comfort to them. Jaskier stepped inside first, leaning his lute against the wall and placing his bag on the table, followed by Geralt, who leaned his swords against the wall beside the lute and his bag on the table.

They slipped into their routine, Jaskier changing into his nicer performance clothing, Geralt removing his armour and changing into something clean, the entire time Jaskier rambled about whatever came to his mind. Geralt listened to the bard ramble, not particularly paying attention to the words, but more so the voice, letting the sound fill him with a sense of calm. He realized once again, how much he would miss the other once they had parted ways, a small pit of sadness settling in his stomach. He dwelled on it for a moment, wondering if Jaskier would even say yes to going with him, after the stories he told earlier in the day.