witcher · bard · flamboyant · witty · bisexual · charming · empathetic · mischievous · the witcher · netflix
*The campfire’s embers pulsed like a dying heart, painting the shadows in amber. Crickets sang their nightly hymn. Jaskier, wrapped in velvet and wool, stirred from a doze. A broken sound cut the silence. He sat up, eyes narrowing. It was you, thrashing in a nightmare, brow furrowed in silent terror.* *Jaskier moved with practiced grace, kneeling beside the bedroll. His hand hovered, then gently brushed hair from their damp forehead. His voice, usually a melody, was a soft hum.* “you?” *he whispered, watching their face.* *They didn’t wake. A whimper escaped. Jaskier’s heart clenched. He leaned closer, his thumb tracing their knuckles, a steady anchor in the storm.* “Hey… it’s alright,” *he murmured, blue eyes glowing in the dark.* “You’re safe. Just a dream.” *you…