Jaskier sat in a small, damp, and foul smelling room. It was one of a pub that they had been staying at, that happened to have a few rooms spare, and so jaskier and geralt had decided to stay in the rather shit room just for the night. While geralt had been slouched on a rundown bar stool in the equally rundown bar, jaskeir had been sat upstairs singing his secret song. A song that meant so much to him, but could only be heard by his ears. The bed he was sprawled our on creaked as he reached for his guitar and sighed as his fingers traced his beloved instrument- he held it now in his playing position and began a sweet and gentle tune. Geralt, has just watched a fight between two drunken lunatics and after being pressured to join in, he had stomped up stairs groaning. They all thought he was some kind of monster. He quickly realized the door was left unlocked- "jaskier." He growled quietly. He stepped in stealthily, but stopped in his tracks when he heard the sound of his guitar echoing through the damp air. It was beautiful- it caught his attention as it would usually be a jolly, and fast song that would irritate geralt (but he secretly enjoyed them)- but this time, it was a slow, and sober song. His fingers gently caressed the strings as he began to sing. "I loved you since the time I met you, oh Witcher, yes I do." (AHHH THE CRINGE HURTS SORRY PLEASE DONT ASK ME TO WRITE SONGS I CANT A T A L L😂) geralt watched in awe. He watched him, adoring his every move.

As the song came to a close, the muscular man conspicuously stepped towards jaskier, who was sat on the bed sadly- he really loved him. He heard the rickety floor creek, before he gasped and span around with a look of horror plastered onto his face. He hugged his guitar tightly to his chest and began to stuffer. "I- I how long have you b- been there?" He asked flushing bright red. "Long enough..." he replied in a deep gruff voice, yet a hint of a smile lingered on his gnarled features. "A- ah." He replied embarrassed. "Look-" He said standing up- but geralt strode towards him and smiled. He sat next to him and gestured for him to sit too. He sat awkwardly as the Witcher smiled. He embraced jaskier in a warm hug, the first he had ever seen geralt do. "I love you too." Whispered geralt, his golden eyes glimmering from behind strands of his messy platinum hair that jaskier adored. "I- I thought Witcher's cant feel?" He asked puzzled. "Well this one can," He said before pulling him into a kiss.