His Dreams of Memories

14

The memories had started to become disappointing. Julian felt like he was there, which he was in a way, and when he woke up- disappointment came because the Witcher wasn't by his side.

His friends and employees had quickly noticed the change in his attitude. He was irritable, tired, and more sarcastic than ever. Damien had been quite shocked when someone else filled the musician's spot on Saturday. All his best friend did was come to drink, then leave right after.

"A whiskey, please." Julian slid into his usual stool and folded his arms.

Damien sighed and went straight to the Jack Daniel's bottle. He knew his friend wasn't that into the drink, so for him to ask for it- something was wrong. "What's been going on, Jules?"

The musician shrugged. "Life, just like always." Another hint something was wrong: he would tell Damien everything.

"Alright." Damien slammed the bottle down and glared. "Listen here, Julian Alfred Pankratz, you will tell me what's been going on or there will be no more alcohol coming your way." He knew at times like these his friend would drown himself in alcohol, so threatening it was his only chance.

Julian flinched, knowing that the only way he was getting out of this conversation- was leaving the bar- and he wasn't going to leave- no, he was everything but a coward and late.

"It's this whole reincarnation thing, Damien." The bartender nodded and poured the whiskey into a glass. "Donna, the woman I'm seeing to help me get through this, says that everything happening to me is my destiny. Which sounds like a load of bullshit, but it's not.

"And I had a dream the other night- a wonderful dream where my past self, Jaskier, finally made amends with Geralt. They had sex with one another, and when I woke up- I was alone." Julian paused to take a sip of his drink.

"It hurt to wake up on my own, Damien. I want to wake up next to him. I want to run my fingers through his silver locks- and maybe braid it when he's not looking. I want to kiss his lips until I can't anymore!" He stopped when he realized he was crying. "I-I want him, Damien. I want Geralt. Not in the 1200s, not in my dreams, I want him with me now."

Damien sighed. He didn't quite know how to answer what his friend just told him. It was so much information in such a short amount of time. All he caught was that destiny is ruining his best friend- who's on the point of breaking, and this Geralt is wreaking it further.

"Okay, Julian I'm gonna need you to do me a favor." The brunette raised his eyebrows. "I need you to tell me every single detail about this Geralt, and I'll send his features to everyone I know, and they'll tell me when they see him, okay?"

Some would say that his offer was pushed too far, to basically stalk one person just for the sake of another- but Damien didn't see it that way at all.

Geralt was slowly pushing Julian toward breaking point without even knowing it, and Damien would be damned if he wasn't going to do anything to prevent that from happening.