Unwanted Love (UP FOR ADOPTION)

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As mentioned before, some people didn't appreciate Jaskier's music. 'Boo's' and food being thrown at him wasn't anything new, but he could still take offense to it. Then again, we was singing about abortions...

But the negative atmosphere slowly dispersed when Jaskier's eyes fell on a table in the dark corner of the tavern. He grabbed a tankard of ale, ignoring the barmaid's glare, and leaned against a wooden pillar, facing the man in the corner.

"I love the way you just... sit in the corner and brood." It was a terrible attempt at speaking, and a bit of flirting, but today isn't exactly his day anyway.

The man looked away, already annoyed by the look of it. "I'm here to drink alone."

Oh... his voice. "Good, yeah, good." Instead of walking away like the stranger's tone suggested, the bard approached him with a small smile. "No one else hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance, except... you." The man didn't meet his eyes, he only stared blankly forward. "Come on, you don't want to keep a man with," he gestured downward, "bread in his pants waiting."

Once again, silence. Usually, at this point, Jaskier would back off. But there was something about the brooding individual that caught his interest, so he continued his request.

"You must have some review for me," Jaskier pried, sliding into the chair across from the other man. "Three words or less."

Silence... for a moment. "They don't exist."

Finally. "What don't exist?"

The man closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, amber eyes still not meeting Jaskier's. "The creatures in your song."

Ah, that makes-- Wait... The bard frowned. "How would you know?" At this moment, he decided to check out the other man's features. "Oh. Fun. White hair, big 'ol loner." The man pushed his tankard forward. "Two very... scary looking swords." Then he stood up. "I know who you are." He stood up next, following the white-haired man. "You're the witcher, Geralt of Rivia." Jaskier caught a wooden pillar with one hand, and tightened his grip on it as he leaned away. "Called it!"

Of course, Jaskier couldn't leave at this point. There was something deep in his gut that told him to follow the witcher... maybe it was an invisible rope that pulled him to Geralt, or maybe a series of adventures sounded perfect to write poems and ballads about. Either way, Jaskier followed Geralt out Posada, hurrying to catch up with the witcher and his horse.

The amount of times the witcher attempted to get rid of him did nothing. Jaskier stuck to Geralt like sap on a tree, and each time the other man told the bard off, he only came right back.

There was no way in all of the world Jaskier was leaving Geralt. Not with this invisible rope that bound him to the witcher.