With broken hands ~Jaskier and Geralt~

Maybe in another life

~ Geralt POV ~

I just stay in my room knowing Jaskier needs some space. I grab his lute and look trough his notebook looking for cords until I spot something I have not seen before. It is a note about my. I begin to read it.

I hate him. I hate that when he smiles you can see his perfectly straight white teeth. I hate that when I wash his hair it turns out so soft and shiny. I hate that his body is so perfect. I hate that every girl and guy loves him. I hate that his eyes are so beautiful that I drown in them everytime I look at them. I hate that he does not like me but most of all I hate that I do love him.

He likes me? How could I not have seen that he likes me. I have to find him. I open the door and walk downstairs into the inn. I see no one there. Where is he. I walk around some more till I realise he might be with Harvey in his room. I go down to the basement and hear some sound coming from the room. I can smell arousal and than I hear Jaskier. He moans loudly. Not in pain but moans of enjoyment. I open the door and see Jaskier receiving head by Harvey.

'Jaskier.' I look at him with shock. Harvey looks up as wel and Jaskier turns to me.

'G-Geralt.' He tries to make out. 

'We are leaving. NOW.' I walk out of the room and a tear leaves my eye. I guess the poem wasn't about me. I can hear a door open behind me as I stand still in the hallway. Jaskier walks next to me with his head down and is quiet. God I wish I could hug him and tell him that I love him too but he clearly doesn't like me.

~ Jaskier POV ~

'I'm sorry Harvey.' He helps me dress up and does not look at me.

'Just leave. I know now that we are not meant to be.'

'Harvey please.'

'No, I am sorry Jaskier. Maybe in another life.'

'Harvey.' He opens the door and tears are streaming down his face and also down mine. I walk out and see Geralt. I just walk next to him with my head down and ignore him. How I wish I could hug him right now and cry onto his chest but I know he is mad at me again. How did I always mess up. I look up to see where I am going to meet Ciri her eyes. 

'Ciri?' Ciri blinks, looks to Geralt, back at me and starts to run.

'Ciri wait!' Geralt runs after her and when I try to follow him he slams the door in my face. I just return to the room and wait till Geralt comes back. If he ever comes back.

~ Geralt POV ~

'Ciri?' I turn to Jaskier. Why would he say that but I see him looking infront of him in shock. I look infront of us as wel and see Ciri. The real Ciri. 

'Ciri wait!' I run after her leaving Jaskier. She is quick but I am quicker. I grab her by the arm.

'Ciri. What is wrong.' Her eyes turn purple. Just like Yennefer her eyes.

'Well hello Geralt. Nice to see you too. I really need her sorry.'

'Yen.'

'Yennefer. It is Yennefer for you now.'

'How could you do this to me?'

'It was easy Geralt. Also how is Jaskier. Sorry for the little accident. I was trying to get you of the road but Jaskier got in the way.'

'It was you. Don't you know how he feels.'

'I don't and I also don't care so save it. Well I have to go now. Goodbye.' Before I can blink she punches me in the face. I blink a few times and she is gone. I rush back to the inn and open the door to our room. Jaskier is sitting on the bed. I don't even look at him and start packing everything. Once everything is packed I walk to Jaskier and just grab his arm. I put a bag around it and walk out the door. I hear the bag fall and a scream but I ignore it. I need to find Ciri. When I arrive in the stables I make Roach ready for the journey. I turn around to see Jaskier with the bag on his arm and some blood on the tape. He brings it to me and I lift him on Roach. I jump behind him and once Roach is in gallop I look at his hands. The hand I trew the bag on is red with blood and it is out of form. 

'Jaskier. Your hand.'

'Leave it.' I can tell Jaskier is mad at me so I leave him for a while.