The Raven And The Nightingale
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"GERALT!! GERALT PLEASE!!!" voice breaking and straining as he shrieked pleading to the witcher for the hundredth time, pain soaking each word till it no longer sounded human.
" h e ' s n o t c o m i n g d a n d e l i o n." a raspy voice whispered. the whisper seemed to encase his entirety.
" He's not coming," Jaskier bit back a sob "Why should he help a burden such as myself?" stumbling to his feet jaskier caught himself before he fell down once again. "what a fool hes made of me," he stared deep into the darkness that surrounded the sliver of light which he stood. "WHAT A DAMNED FOOL HE'S MADE OF ME!!" trembling under the sheer amount of force he poured into this bellow.
**Trigger warnings**
explicit descriptions of gore/blood
insanity
psychological torture
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