Geraskier Oneshots

I'm Weak, Love

Hey. This is a vent chapter. Please don't criticize this. I know the characters don't sound quite right; I wrote Geralt as what I needed to here and Jaskier as a reflection of myself.  This is at the beginning because I needed to warn you in case you were looking for something happy.

Jaskier awoke early.  Geralt was still asleep, and it sounded as if the rest of the house was, too.  He quietly went out, bringing his lute for him.  He was mentally exhausted already, and he just wanted to go sit with Pegasus and sing, play.  

The sun was just starting to rise, so the world was ethereal and dewy, but at the point where it was starting to burn off, so the air was deliciously humid and ethereal.  Jaskier wasn't hungry anymore; he had sort of been, but the urge to play had been so strong he'd skipped out on breakfast.  Besides, eating would take up this perfect time when just he was awake and the world glowed.  In fact, something had seemed to drag him towards the pasture, almost as if he couldn't resist it.

He whistled for Pegasus, but no one came.  It wasn't entirely strange; Pegasus refused to come to the fence if he was eating, or if he was what he deemed too far away.  So Jaskier opened the gate and walked.  Pegasus still didn't come, and wasn't visible, but there was a hillock blocking the majority of the pasture so it was possible he was just over there.  He actually hoped that was the case, as that area was out of view from the house, but you could see the house from there.  It was always fun to watch Geralt come outside in the morning, searching for him, unaware as to his blissful hideaway.  He changed which direction he came from to make sure no one found out where he really was.

He whistled as he walked, but no Pegasus.  As he crested the hill, he saw Roach and Sunny Kelpie and the others, but Pegasus seemed to be absent.  His stomach twisted horribly, but he calmed himself quickly, thinking Pegasus was more than likely just laying down.  But there was the lingering worry... he quickened his pace.  

Sunny trotted away from Roach to come and rub her face against his.  He laughed.  "Hi, poppet.  How are you, this fine morning?"

Sunny was to be his horse when Pegasus grew too old to be ridden.  She had the sweet, gentle temperament, as well as the willingness and young age he needed.  She was the color of a lemon biscuit with sunny dapples and a pearly mane.   And she was attached to Roach, in a way that seemed a bit more than friendly, so it would work perfectly some day...  although Jaskier hoped it would be a while.

He pulled his lute from his shoulder and played a short ballad he'd wrote for Ciri about sunshine that had given Sunny her name.  

Jaskier continued down the hill.  Something seemed a bit off about the whole atmosphere, but he pressed on nonetheless, brandishing his lute like a club.  He continued to scan for his horse, brow furrowing.  He was still not visible.  

Then Roach moved aside to chase after Sunny.

It was immediately clear something was very wrong.  He was soaked in sweat, and halfheartedly pushing his back into the ground every few seconds.  

As someone who'd grown up with horses, he knew this was very bad.

He rushed to his side, dropping his lute next to him.  It was a mark of how much he cared that he dropped it on the ground within reach of the horse's hooves.  He leaned over him, rubbing his sweating flank, felt his quick breathing and rapid heartbeat.  He was gasping in little grunts, eyes and mouth streaming. 

"Geralt-" his voice broke as he tried to call out.  "Geralt!  Geralt, oh, God, Geralt!"

A pair of yellow eyes opened.  He was up and outside in less than a minute.