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DAY 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.” | Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You’ll have to go through me.”
Witcher - King Julian - AU~Warlord Geralt
World on Fire – Alan Lennon
Day 28
Jaskier knows he isn’t the strongest of fighters but he has to stand with his army. Looking up to the city of his bloodline. The fire and lighting being called by mages making it seem more sinister than a place one would fight for. But here they are. The Witchers with backing nations fighting Nilfguarrd. Having some relief that Ciri is safe in Kaer Morhen with her own security of Witchers.
Smiling at the memory of Kissing her goodnight and informing her that he would see her soon in their home. To inspire hope.
*
Than to have Geralt escort him to his chambers so they can get some rest. Sure the nightmares have abated but there is so much pressure for this to be a victory. Every plan of attack was gone over with a fine tooth comb. Geralt can only watch Jaskier with hungry eyes as he prepares for bed. The warlord remaining stoic.
“What?” Jaskier asks.
“Nothing.” Geralt replies keeping things internalized. Moving into Geralt’s space Jaskier wraps his hands around Geralt’s neck. There have been a few exchanged civil kisses but nothing more.
“We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.” Geralt growls at his words.
“We will make it.”
“But what if?” Geralt grabs Jaskier maneuvering them to the bed. Pushing Jaskier down on the bed and moves to hover above him. His eyes feral of thinking that the sight before him could die on him. “Geralt?” Geralt descends and kisses Jaskier with such passion that it would make the goddess of love blush. Taking his breath away.
Moving back to stare at the man lying before him. Jaskier tilts his head at Geralt in question. Wondering what is going on in the Warlord’s head. Reaching up to touch the scarred man with his own scarred hand.
“Jaskier…” He breaths. “You have become precious to me. I love how you care so much for the world no matter the cost to yourself. But please leave the fighting to me.”
“If I can. But I do love a good fight in the bedroom.” Geralt growls at him. “If I can, dear heart.” Geralt relaxes at those words. Sure Jaskier could not stay away and do nothing. He has to be there at the battle. So to that what if burning in his head making him feral ready to worship Jaskier.
“I love that I am going to marry you.” Jaskier smiles like an idiot at his confession.
“Me too and don’t stop.” Geralt did not realizing he was grinding himself against Jaskier. “I said don’t stop.” Geralt continues.
“See what you do to me.”
“So what is stopping us?”
“We are not wed and I need motivation to live for.” Jaskier chuckles.
“Than I will take a heavy petting session than.” And they do…
*
Looking over the battlefield how could he think of those things with the death on the field before him. It is not a turn on but he spies Geralt in the thick of it. His warrior warlord. Another volley of arrows rains down on the field which has Yennefer burning before they hit their allies. Then there on the hill in shining armor is Duny. Jaskier blood boils as he remains off the field like him to see his soldiers fight for him. Fight for their white flame to live on for their sacrifice and eternal peaceful rest. Then there is a moment where the black rider next to him aims an arrow. Aims it right at Geralt.
He had heard the stories of how Eist had died. How his mother had died. He may be shit with a sword but with a bow. He follows the projectile from the black knight and fires his own. They collide in the air and plummet like rain. The knight looks startled looking right at him. Jaskier can only imagine the expression when his follow up arrow found a home in Cahir’s eye socket, for Eist. Pointing his elven bow at Duny. Duny shouts something and his loyal mages begin to go all in on power draining themselves to dust. Yennefer, his Yennefer, contains it all with her fellow mages. Even getting the head of Aretuza to help them. Seeing the white flame turn his horse in anger. Getting it ready to plow in and fight. Now it is time for Jaskier to move. To avenge his sister, his mother, his home, and himself.
Riding his horse Pegasus he ran like the mythical creature he is named after. Heading straight in to meet with Duny on the field of battle. Their people fighting around them. What better setting to end this. For all to witness.
Duny has his sword held high as they get closer. With a quick move Jaskier is up and launching himself at Duny. Toppling off his horse they land on the bloody earth. Recovering they pace around one another. They make create a circle in the field of battle. The fighting is slowing down around them.
“Cintra will be mine,” Duny sneers at Jaskier. “It has always been mine. It’s my destiny.”
“You’ll have to go through me.” Jaskier may be shit at swords but knives. He was hellfire with knives. Duny’s sword clashing with his twin blades. Getting in close he slices at Duny cutting through his armor. The shock he sees on Duny’s features make Jaskier smile. Duny’s eyes looking at the blades. Realizing they are not blades made of steel but of claws, Of dragon claws. Claws that can cut through the thickest of armors. The wonder of such a weapon would have to wait. Duny tries to stab at him again. Catching claws on either side of the sword Jaskier pulls with all the rage he has built up inside him. All that pain. All that torture. Jaskier screams.
The blade is broken in two and Duny is thrown back from him. Duny looks up from the ground at Jaskier in shock. It appears that all of Calanthe’s children have inherited the lion roar, the power of the bloodline. No one now could deny that Jaskier is Calanthe’s.
Shutting his mouth Jaskier moves in burying his blades into Duny. Duny can just look up at him in shock and awe. Jaskier watches the lights dimming in his eyes. Satisfied when they go out Jaksier stands looking down at his bloodied knives. Sure he had to defend himself before. But to kill. To kill with so much rage that he did not know he possessed. For the release and shock at what he did.
The battle ceases around him. Those loyal to the Jaskier looking at him in awe. Some of Duny’s soldiers looking at him like a savior from the burning flame. Then there are those who could not believe it. So loyal and so quickly killed as they tried to descend upon Jaskier.
What a wasted sacrifice. With those loyal eternally to the white flame are dead. To those remaining being rounded up for later judgement. Those for King Julian shout in victory. Geralt moving in to take Jaksier in his arms.
“Its over?” Jaskier asks.
“It is.” Geralt voices. Jaskier backs up to look at his intended. Yennefer comes over taking the bloody claws from his hands. Sheathing them upon him to join in the victory hug.
Cintra is theirs. Nilfguarrd is theirs.
To Victory.
End Day 28