Jaskier and geralt where slumped in a rather miserable looking pub. People shot glares at the not-so-popular Witcher, geralt of rivia- but he didn't care. He was too caught up in the laughs he was having with his companion jaskier. The bright eyed boy stopped laughing to take a large gulp of his beverage. Geralt took this moment to look into his eyes- beautiful eyes- unlike his horrible golden- yellow ones. Well, that's what he thought anyway. Jaskier in the other hand adored them. He always tried to brighten the mood of the often unhappy creature. But seemed to never succeed- unless they where drunk of course. But as most know, Witcher's can't feel emotions. This however, was incorrect. In fact, geralt loved jaskier- he just wasn't good with emotions. He wasn't suppose to be feeling this. He was a cold hearted warrior. Yet his heart seemed to melt when he looked over at the innocent guitar playing man he had grown to love- despite their many differences. For example species. He often found himself doubting he could feel until he heard jaskier randomly burst into song. He would sigh and complain, but when he looked away, a huge smile plastered his pale face.

"Geralt," Asked jaskier drunkenly. "Helloooo!" He said waving his hand in front of the silver haired man. He must have been in some sort of trance without noticing, he had just drifted into his thoughts. "If only I knew what went on in that broody mind of yours." He slurred, spilling half of his drink in the process. "You." Said geralt quietly. "Wot." Replies jaskier, puzzled. Geralt dismissed it and continued to drink. Jaskier stared, concern contorted his face as he had noticed that suddenly, his Witcher was no longer happy. "Heyyy." He said with a wave of sobriety. "What up?" He said edging closer. He once again dismissed this and shuffled away. His heart aches as he saw the look on jaskier's face. "What's. Wrong?" He asked, moving a strand of silver hair away from his structured face. "I'm sorry." He whispered. He suddenly started crying- maybe he had too much to drink. Jaskier looked around for help, panicking. He wasn't equipped for this. "W- why are you sorry?" He stuttered. "I have been such a dick to you." He stated in a cold tone. Jaskier opened his eyes wide in shock. "No you haven't!" He reassured- though a hint of lying laced his voice. He had been a dick yes- he punched him a few minutes after they first met! But jaskier loved him- he had since he first saw him. "Oh come off it." He snapped loudly. "See." He said sinking back into his seat in dismay, looking at the scared face in front of him. Jaskier took a deal breath, looked at geralt, and pulled him into a kiss. And to his surprise, he kissed back. "I love you." Whispered jaskier, ignoring the dozens of eyes now on him. "I love you too." Replied geralt calmly. "Really!?" Said jaskier, back to his normal, playful, and loud tone- removing the romantic atmosphere. "Well I thought that your species couldn't feel?" He said. Geralt sighed. "Just a rumor." He confirmed. They spent the rest of the night together, until they got thrown out because jaskier started singing and playing very loudly about geralt.