This is written for getyourwordsout's Yahtzee challenge, where I have five prompts and need to write a certain amount of words to make my Yahtzee. I'm writing for "Fives" where I need to write between 400-699 words. I decided that I would try and write a small collection of little drabbles to tell a story for Yennefer and Geralt (plus their manchild, Jaskier).
This is set either sometime in the show where it's a nice au or post-season 1 where it also is an au. Up to you; it doesn't really matter, just know that it's somewhere murky where everything is nice and Geralt and Yennefer act like a married couple.
Title is from Florence + The Machine's "Breath of Life."
of the start and the end
part 1: it was a chorus so sublime
Truly, she doesn't mean to destroy his lyre. Despite her threats to strip it bare with her sharp nails and let him listen to the horrid, skin curling sound as she forces him to watch, Yennefer had never truly meant it.
Why doesn't Geralt fucking believe it?
"Stop laughing," she snaps. Clicking her fingers, he only laughs harder. She'd stomp her foot if it didn't appear truly childish.
The campfire is burning despite the bright light of day. Yennefer's small tent is set up down the hill where she knows Geralt will meet her in the evening. Jaskier will remain by the campfire, intent on strumming his strings and singing as loudly as he can for no true reason at all. Yennefer may moan a little louder these days, but it's simply to get under his skin.
"You did say you'd do it," Geralt says, lips curved up into what she feels is a sleepy smile. She wants to tear it from his face. "You never cease to surprise me, Yen."
"I don't want to surprise you!" She stomps her foot then, earning herself another warm laugh. It rumbles out of him like water trickling down a stream. His arms remain crossed against his chest. "Fuck you!"
"Hey," he laughs, lips pressing together to try and wipe away his smile. It doesn't work. Lousy Witcher. "There's no need for that, Yen. We'll fix this."
Glancing around in pure paranoia, she takes a step closer towards him and enjoys how he doesn't back away. "Fucking how?"
"Well… We could run away," Geralt says, face as blank as stone. His golden eyes glow as warm as any amused fire, though. "Leave him behind. Take Roach, set off for the hills."
"That's stupid."
"Is it?"
Yennefer looks at him, hearing rustling in the bushes. She glances at it, ignoring his chuckle. "All right, let's go."
Grabbing his hand roughly, he stumbles behind her as she begins to pull him down the dirt path.
"Yen!" She shushes his laughing roar. "I was only jesting!"
Her feet move faster when she hears him, the bard's slippery, quiet feet. He emerges from the thin trees, brows furrowed together. His voice carries like a godawful lullaby. "Geralt? Are you two going off into… you know what, don't need to know."
Yennefer tugs Geralt along roughly.
Jaskier singsongs loudly, "Toss a pair of knickers for your witcher, Yennefer!""
notes
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