A few days have gone by and Jaskier tried his best to ignore Geralt. It was difficult to ignore him since he was his bodyguard. A lot of stars ignore their personnel sometimes, right? But that wouldn’t make the situation any better.
They already had a routine, which began exactly on Geralt’s first day. He’d drive up to Jaskier’s place and bring him to his workplace, which was the building of the record company. All Geralt had to do was to foresee any potential threats and make sure Jaskier’s safe. Which Jaskier was grateful for but was also annoyed. Geralt was constantly beside him but he was just doing his job.
Sure, there was small talk here and there but a real conversation? It hadn’t come to that yet and Jaskier was relieved. He didn’t want to face that for a while.
After that phone call with Geralt, he knew he was doomed. He was still in love with Geralt and it was messing with his head. He couldn’t sleep properly and that had to stop. He detested his feelings for Geralt. Maybe there was a way to get rid of them. That was if Jaskier gave in to them?
Jaskier shook his head out of his thoughts and tried to focus on his song. He strummed on his guitar and hummed. He already had the perfect melody, the only thing missing was the lyrics. Funny, usually it was the other way around. It only happened when Jaskier was really stressed out, in which case, he was.
He was sitting on the couch in his apartment, the only place where Geralt didn’t keep an eye on him. Yet.
Even though Jaskier installed top surveillance cams and security door, that was difficult for a burglar to bust open. Dijkstra suggested that Geralt should probably move in with Jaskier, if or when another letter ever arrives. Thankfully it hadn’t come to that, yet. Even Geralt seemed startled by that idea.
Come on there has to be something other than Geralt I should think about. Begone evil thoughts!
And as on cue, Jaskier’s stomach made rumbling noises. He stopped playing the guitar and placed it on the side of the couch.
Well that’s better. Now I can think of food. Now that I’m hungry, I should make something.
Jaskier, then, remembered when the last time he made food for himself. He furrowed his brows and hummed.
Two months. Two months?!
Ever since he announced his next album a few months ago, Jaskier had been busy writing songs. He didn’t have the time to make meals for himself, usually Dijkstra, Priscilla, or even Triss would bring him some food. Sometimes he'd just order food or even skip them. That had to stop. It was time that he should take care of himself.
One of these days, the next meal he might receive could be poisoned, not that they’d poison him but then again it was difficult to trust someone nowadays.
Jaskier stood up and went to his kitchen. He opened the fridge to see what he could cook. Unfortunately, the smell was horrendous. Jaskier scrunched up his nose in disgust.
When was the last time he even opened the fridge? Guess that meant the food in the fridge has expired. Just his luck, Jaskier shook his head and closed the fridge door.
He went back to the living room and reached for his phone. He could just order pizza. Again.
Jaskier rolled his eyes as he scrolled through contacts. When he pressed the number of the delivery service, little did he know that it wasn’t Gazola’s Pizza.
“Hello?” a low grumble came out.
Jaskier blinked. Was it just him or did that voice sounded a lot like Geralt?
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THE FAMILIAR MELODY
FanfictionGeralt had difficulty on finding work, it didn't help the fact, that he might get kicked out from his apartment. Luckily, a friend of his offered him a job. The kind of job he did not look forward to, which was, babysitting some famous singer. But a...
