#Am I going crazy and mishearing it or was that just uttered so quietly that I’m the only one who seemed to notice it??

[geoz-n]

I feel like I’m losing my mind,,, Ruby’s mom is so obviously herself from the future. In the last episode they say they can only get footage of her mom from 66 meters away… that is LITERALLY the entire plot of 72 yards. We’ve had an episode this season explicitly talking about it.

Either that or that detail of 66 meters and the plot of 72 yards tie into something else even bigger (which is admittedly more likely)

[remijaecrowley]

The Voice of Serendipity -- Chapter 6

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 -- Final

The Bard and the Witcher shared a meal at The Golden Sturgeon, neutral ground, as it were. They ate their meal in a semi uncomfortable silence, only SEMI because they were both relieved the other had agreed to the meal together. The Bard found is slightly funny that the Witcher watched him warily now, especially when he had a fork and knife in hand. Though at one point, Jaskier huffed in exasperation and muttered at Geralt, "What is it? Why do you keep staring?"

Geralt shrugged slightly, Jaskier swearing he saw a ghost of a smile hit the Witcher's lips for a split second before he replied, "In case you decide hitting me with a lute and your fist wasn't enough. You might decide to fork me instead...."

The bard sputtered at first, for a moment mishearing the Witcher, only to groan and covered his face with the palm of a hand, "You said FORK, ok....ok....yeah. I get it."

When Jaskier finally dropped his hand from his face to look at Geralt, he nearly bust out laughing because of the look on the Witcher's face. For those who did not know the Witcher well, they would just assume it was his normal stony face, but to Jaskier, the Witcher's face was one of utter confusion and a little bit something Jaskier couldn't quite put his finger on. The confusion though, it was priceless to the Bard. Seeing Geralt looking like a confused puppy was something that Jaskier would always prize highly.

"What is it, Geralt? You seem to have a question you want to ask..." the bard chuckled, not quite managing to contain his mirth at seeing the look.

The Witcher's eyebrows were high on his forehead when the Bard chuckled, but the look settled into his normal resting stone face as he muttered, "I didn't mean it to sound like that. I didn't even think you....." the Witcher making rude hand gestures that anyone else would have taken offense to, "....you know....with men."

The Bard just chuckled more at the Witcher's lack of wanting to come out and say the word Fuck in this instance, since it did seem to be his FAVORITE word in his somewhat limited vocabulary. A sly smirk crosses the Bard's lips as he leans forward, his voice going low and velvety, as if he was trying to seduce one of his many court ladies, "Are you asking me if I have ever fucked men, Geralt? Are you asking to know if I was the fucker or the fuckee?"

The Witcher glared hard at the Bard, who was trying so very very hard not to burst at the seams in laughter, for those who DID know the Witcher well, would notice the telltale tinge of pink at his ear tips, the only place the Witcher ever seemed to blush.

"That's not what I meant either, Bard..." snarled Geralt, his eyes flickering about to make sure no one was actually listening into their conversation as it devolved into....well, Geralt wasn't sure where the conversation was going but Jaskier was having way too much fun with the fact it was making the Witcher squirm a bit.

Geralt was quick to change topics, mainly because The Voice still had him curious as to why it was suddenly silent now that he was with Jaskier, had found him and had apologized. Jaskier seemed to have partly forgiven him, though he knew he needed to earn the Bard's trust back. He wouldn't blame the bard for making it hard on him either. He had been an ass and he deserved whatever the Bard did to him as part of his apology.

"Jaskier....have you....heard a woman....talking to you?" The Witcher asked, not sure exactly how to word it without it sounding like he was a marble short, as the Bard is often fond of yelling at him when he does something crazy.

"I have heard plenty a lady speak to me, Geralt. You'll need to be a bit more specific...." Jaskier quipped, not understanding what the Witcher is trying to explain.

"Not....not just any woman, Jaskier. A voice in your head....a woman's voice." Geralt says, leaning forward on the table, so his voice could be lowered and not run the risk of the Bard not hearing his words.

Jaskier arched a brow at Geralt, confused as to what the bloody hell he was talking about. He leaned forward as well, their heads close together as if conspiring. Jaskier could feel the heat of the Witcher's breath on his face. The scent of ale, stew they ate, and a scent that was signature Geralt brushed lightly over his senses, causing the Bard to bite his bottom lip a little to keep from taking a deep breath; to breathe in Geralt's scent like a drowning man taking in a lung full of air as he broke the surface.

"wha...what do you mean, Geralt?" stumbled over his words, voice somewhat breathy as his senses recover, the Bard looks into the amber eyes of his Witcher, waiting for an explanation.

Geralt hmm'ed and leaned back for a moment as he glanced around the tavern, noticing it must be getting late, because the crowd had thinned from how it was earlier. How many hours had they been sitting there talking and drinking, the Witcher wondered. He turned his eyes back to the Bard, whom was still leaning forward, his sky blue eyes having never left his face. Geralt leans back so he was in Jaskier's space a bit as he murmured, "There...was a woman's voice....she pestered me to find you. Saying I needed to find you before it was too late..." The Witcher looked at his hands, so close to the bard's on the table. he only need stretch a finger and he'd be touching the back of the bard's hand. He was tempted to, but didn't as he cocked a brow and met the Bard's eyes once more. "Are you sure there is no woman's voice haunting you or have I finally lost that marble you keep talking about?"

Jaskier shook his head slightly, his eyes drop to the table as he thought for a moment, "No....no ghostly voices in my case, I am afraid, Witcher. Mayhaps you have dropped that marble finally?" he quipped, a small smile playing on his lips, not wanting to wonder what potent a disembodied voice urging the Witcher to find him meant for his near future.  What if it was a Banshee, or some other spirit who cries of one's demise? The Bard's eyes go wide for a moment, wide enough for the Witcher to notice and lean even closer to ask quietly,"What? Did you think of something?"

Jaskier whipped his head up to stare in the Witcher's eyes. "What if it is a voice trying to warn you to get to me before.....be...before I die or something?" The Bard's voice creeped up the register, growing higher as his quickly developing panic took over.

Geralt sighed and shakes his head, dropped his hand on top of Jaskier's as he spoke,"It wasn't a Banshee, Jaskier. Relax. There no wraith form, just....a voice."

The Bard stopped listening to the Witcher, his concentration now centered strictly on the burning heat of Geralt's hand on top of his. Geralt noticed that Jaskier was now distracted from the panic he had been feeling moments prior, then noticed what had distracted the Bard. He didn't even remember moving his hand, but it rested on top of the bard's hand. He looked up at Jaskier, but the Bard's eyes were trained on their hands. He experimentally rubbed his thumb on the back of Jaskier's wrist, only to hear the softest gasp escape the Bard, like he had been shocked. He kept rubbing his thumb on the bard's wrist as he spoke,"Jaskier? Still with me, Little Lark?"

Jaskier's head snapped up at the nickname, pupils blown, but this time, not from fear. His breathing was shallow, the Bard nearly panting as he met the Witcher's golden gaze. He pulled his hand out from under Geralt's and whispered, "Don't....don't call me that, Geralt. I'm....I'm still hurt and angry at you. You don't get to use that nickname like nothing happened. I haven't completely forgiven you yet, you know..."

Geralt sighed, fighting the urge to grab the Bard's hand, not wanting him to pull away, not wanting him angry at him anymore. "What do you want me to say, Jaskier? That I am sorry? That I was wrong for what I said? I was. It was never your fault for my own stupidity. Do you want me to get on knee and beg your forgiveness? I'll do it. Right now..." The Witcher moved to take a knee next to the bard but Jaskier quickly waved him off.

"Stop it!" The Bard hissed, his cheeks tinged red at the fact the good folk of the tavern would take the Witcher on a knee in front of him WAY the wrong way and he didn't want that. (Or do you?) Jaskier growled at the traitorous thought in his mind as Geralt settled back in his chair.

"I want you to realize I am your FRIEND. I was there when you were hip deep in shit that destiny threw at you because that is what a FRIEND does. They try to help shovel the shit AWAY." The Bard uttered quietly as he watched the Witcher. "I want you to admit we are friends."

Geralt stared at the Bard as he spoke, feeling as if someone hit him between the eyes again with a lute. (He was never going to forget that for the rest of his life.) Did the Bard believe Geralt didn't think him a friend? Well, he hmmed to himself, he hasn't exactly SAID those words, but then again, was Jaskier JUST a friend?

"About time you started realizing that, Witcher....now tell HIM that." The Voice whispered suddenly out of nowhere. Geralt had started to think it left him be once he had found the Bard. Well, obviously he was wrong on that assumption.

"Jaskier....did....did you just...did you hear a woman speaking just now?" Geralt asked, hoping maybe the Bard would have heard it now that they were together.

"Do you mean the Barmaid? Or is your mystery woman whispering sweet nothings to you again?" the sarcasm in the Bard's words not lost on the Witcher. Bitter sarcasm at that. The Bard was waiting for an apology and he asked him if he was hearing the same voice he heard.

"He doesn't hear me, only you do, Witcher. You are going to lose him here and now if you do not answer him true, now tell him the truth! Apologize to him before it is too late!!" the Voice raised near the end of it's comment, obviously sick and tired of the Witcher not listening to it's advice.

The thunderous look was starting to creep back into the Bard's eyes, thinking Geralt was trying to find ways to not apologize now that he knew what Jaskier wanted for him to say. He leaned back in his seat and huffed, "Never mind, Witcher. You obviously can't say the words...." He pushed himself to stand up, only to watch Geralt leap to his feet as well.

"Jaskier, wait...." Geralt started, reaching out to touch the Bard's arm to stop him. The Bard dodged the grip, glaring at the Witcher.

"The meal was welcomed, Witcher. I am going to return to my room now. Unless we are in the same inn, in which case I will be seeing if one of the other inns in the city has a room open..." Jaskier hissed between his clenched teeth, fighting down the pain rising in his chest. He felt stupid, thinking Geralt would say anything. He was asking a lot of the Witcher, but damn it, he loved the man and he wanted the Witcher to admit he was a friend at the very least!

The Bard moved quickly toward the door, using tables to keep the Witcher from being able to stop him as he burst out the door and onto the street. Geralt growled deeply as he moved rapidly to catch the Bard, who was already speed walking down the street. Geralt's longer stride allowed him to catch up with the Bard easily enough. He grabbed the younger man by the upper arm, spinning him around into the alley nearby before the bard could even yell.

Jaskier looked at him angrily, seething and about to yell his head off at the Witcher that he didn't have any right to grab him like a common street thug and drag him into an alley....when something the Bard swears to this day he will always remember. The Witcher shoved him against the wall of the alley, pinning the Bard with his lower body as his hands planted against the wall on either side of the Bard's head. The Bard still glared up at the Witcher, STILL planning on yelling, when the Witcher leaned into him, startling soft lips brushed against his, silencing the Bard from uttering protest at being manhandled.

The first kiss was barely even a kiss. Just a brush of lips, to be honest. The second kiss though, the second kiss blazed fire down nerves as teeth nipped at lips, tongues fought for dominance, growls and moans swallowed like the sweetest wine. The Bard quickly wrapped his arms up around the Witcher's neck as the larger man crowded the smaller against the wall, bodies pressed together, two pieces of a whole. Jaskier's fingers buried themselves into the locks of the Witcher, tugging insistently, while the Bard gave as good as he got from the Witcher. Geralt's hands were cradling the Bard's face while his mouth devoured the whimpers and moans of pleasure escaping the Bard's lips.

Geralt finally pulls away from the Bard's lips, though it was a feat of strength of will on his part. He wanted nothing more than to keep kissing the man in his arms until the taste of him was branded into his memory. Jaskier looked up at Geralt, pushing up on his toes to try to recapture the Witcher's lips, only to have Geralt chuckle deeply, a rumbling in his chest that made the Bard whine as he fought harder to get those lips back on his. Geralt had the advantage though, managing to hold the wiry Bard at bay as he murmured,"Now do you understand what you mean to me?"

Jaskier stopped his struggles to regain those sweet plump lips as he heard what Geralt said. Biting his bottom lip as he looked up at the larger man, he quipped, "You might need to tell me more.....repeatedly.....with possible nudity involved...."

The Witcher snorted at the Bard's sass, only to growl lowly against the Bard's ear,"Possible nudity?"

Jaskier nearly swallowed his tongue at the growl because it did such delightfully wicked things to his insides. He whined loudly, "Definitely nudity, most definitely nudity involved...."