nothing is real 'til it's gone
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There were other rumours, older and more persistent, that Jaskier hadn't been able to make a dent in.
Witchers don't have souls. Witchers are no better than beasts. How could they be civilised, intelligent, compassionate, human, when they don't even have daemons.
What was Jaskier supposed to do about that?
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- Part 1 of nothing is real 'til it's gone
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It was easy to forget, sometimes, that Jaskier had seen barely a fraction of the same world as Geralt. For all of his learning, for all of his stories and songs, for every book he’d memorised, he had barely left his corner of the continent before they’d met. And travel alone was not the same as travel with a witcher - the dangers came from different places, places that Jaskier hadn’t yet learnt to be vigilant of.
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- Part 2 of nothing is real 'til it's gone
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"As you have probably heard, Princess Pavetta of Cintra's daemon has settled -"
"I hadn't."
"- and so by the customs of the land, Queen Calanthe has announced her daughter's eligibility -"
"Thought she'd be a bit young for you."
"- which means there will be the very grandest of feasts, and hang on, sorry, what was that?"
“I hope you aren’t planning to announce your intentions. How old is the princess? Seventeen?” Geralt paused, distracted, and furrowed his brow for a moment. “What age do daemons usually settle, again?”
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- Part 3 of nothing is real 'til it's gone
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As the townspeople shrank back, as they made signs to ward off evil and pulled children and daemons back out of the way, Jaskier had laughed, too loud and forced, and waltzed right into Geralt's space without a moment's hesitation. He had ignored the viscera clumping his hair, the black veins streaking from his eyes, the stench of sweat and death that followed him, and had cupped Geralt's face in his hands. Silent and quivering, Geralt had let Jaskier tilt his head this way and that, had let him run a careful thumb through the blood along his hairline, and had even managed to grunt in the negative when asked if any of the blood was his. Geralt had been pliable, easy to maneuver away from fearful, suspicious stares.
Like this, Geralt looked poised to bolt and he didn't look like he would much care what was in his way.
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- Part 4 of nothing is real 'til it's gone