hold them closer [jaskier x reader]

Chapter 7

The sky was bright, not a cloud to block any of the sun's shine. The local farmers wiped tirelessly at the sweat that formed on their foreheads, but still, they smiled. Days like this didn't come often, so a smile was a silent thank you to whoever blessed them with the hopeful weather.

You watched the square with a smile on your face, noticing the uplift in everyone's spirits. A chicken walked aimlessly past the well that sat in the middle of the area, where your mother was gathering some water to bring back to your house. You giggled as she pulled the bucket from the well, accidentally sloshing some water onto the chicken's back. It clucked, rushing past your mother and shaking its body to rid itself of water. But even in the chicken's annoyance, it was probably happy as well. It was a nice day for everyone, no matter what happened.

You opened your eyes, almost shocked by the sight in front of you. Your memory hit you like whiplash as you stood in front of your now abandoned village, the darkness of night looming over you, almost as a threat. Even in the daytime you guessed that your village would feel dark and dim, now empty of the life you once witnessed it having.

You sighed, placing your hands on your knees as you kneeled in the same spot you once did as a child. Though you told yourself this could very well lead to nothing, the fact that it did make your heart shrink. At the very least, you thought you could ask the locals what happened to your mother — but there was no one here. Not a trace of anything, it seemed. It was a lost cause.

Footsteps crunched behind you, but you didn't bother to turn. Next to you, Jaskier kneeled, placing a hand on your back with a sigh. He didn't say anything for a bit — just watched the scene before you, waiting for you to speak.

To him, this place was just another abandoned village. You came across many of them before, stayed in some empty houses for a night despite the risk of them collapsing right then and there — but this...this was your home. It was the only home you considered calling home, despite the many places you and Rauf stayed in. And now, it was ruined.

"How did you know this was your village?"

You shrugged at Jaskier's question, "I just...knew." You took a sharp breath in, "And I still have the memories."

He nudged you gently. "Tell me about them."

You blinked as he looked over at you, avoiding his gaze. You kept your eyes on the well whose roof was on the brink of falling over. "This area was always so...alive. Kids would run around barefoot with chickens chasing after them for stealing eggs."

You snorted, but your face stayed grim. "I thought they would still be here. Kids wandering, people doing their chores and...waiting to go home for supper." You fought the tears that brimmed your eyes as you turned to Jaskier, whose face was as grim as yours. "What happened here?"

"I don't know." Jaskier took your hand in his own, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "I don't know what it was like before, but I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it. The life. Even if it is just my imagination."

He watched you a moment longer, squeezing your hand so you would focus on him once more. "Let's look around. You never know what we might find."

With a deep breath, you let Jaskier pull you up with him, though standing felt like a chore in itself. Your limbs were heavy as the two of you walked through the village, passing Geralt a couple times on the short walk.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings, part of you not believing it was real. Though you left at a young age, the memories flooded you with every step, making what you were seeing so much worse. The houses that were now decrepit were once strong, with torches just by the front doors and someone sitting in a chair saying hello to their neighbors. The emptiness was shocking, and every time you felt it overwhelming you, you squeezed Jaskier's hand.