( OPEN ) cold ground got a hold on me

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Jaskier, Yennefer; You
When: September // Septeril
Where: Aefenglom
What: Full moon + events/quests later
Warnings: Body horror

[ prompts in comments. find me at discontinued for plotting. ]

OPEN: quests + wildcard

CLOSED: full moon | wish break

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[cointosser]

[Jaskier cannot recall a time he was ever skilled at waiting. For anything. Not a single damn thing. But the silence passes between them, with Yennefer at the bed only feet away, in a state he has never seen her in and, can estimate easily, she would prefer he never had. He has no doubt she'll wake up, of course, being what she is and as strong as she is, or at least Geralt believes her to be. He supposes sorceresses don't survive so long being fools.

He would argue her stubbornness led to this, but -- well, it's Jaskier, and he's not the sort to ever argue against stubbornness. (Maybe later.)

Eventually, though, he does stand, knowing he's not to suggest Geralt leave her side. He gives him a touch on the shoulder and leaves himself, going through the Coven to secure them some supplies to last the night, or... however long it may take.

He returns to the room, bearing a tray of filled teacups and some food. He offers it to Geralt.] Here. If you're going to stare at her all night, at least eat so you stay awake.

[gynvael]

[ When Jaskier leaves, Geralt thinks little of it. Not that he doesn't care; he simply knows his friend. He has a feeling he knows where Jaskier has gone off to.

And sure enough, the bard returns with food and drink. He glances up. Food's the last damn thing on his mind. But Jaskier's right. He's not worth much if he starves himself.
He takes the bread and cheese off the tray, and splits the roll in half. For a moment, he's silent. ]

I keep thinking I should've pressed her harder. [ He scoffs quietly. ] Instead of trying to avoid another argument.

[cointosser]

[Silence is their constant companion today. Jaskier himself does not attempt to fill it. It's too much. Not a time for jokes.

The very least he can do is help take care of his friend. A simple thing as it is to retrieve a few snacks and tea.]

You know that would've made it worse. [He does not need to know Yennefer intimately to be sure of that. Headstrong, he thinks, would be a polite way to describe her. Excessively polite, to the point of being not true.] In fact, it all may have happened sooner. And, I think -- if it were me -- I would be quite annoyed with the idea you thought you could stop it.

[He musses about with his fingers, spinning a new, plain silver ring on his index.] I don't claim to be a master, of course, but having magic now... I can tell you, sometimes it does make you feel a bit invincible.