I've been having a small Geraskier animatic idea playing through my mind for a while ever since I first heard, "Feeling Good" by Michael Bublé. Since I'm neither much in the ways of a writer nor artist, I figured to jot it down so that it can at least exist somewhere before it disappears into the void of my mind.
Placing this underneath a cut, since I figure I might end up rambling a lot, so just to make sure and make it easier for people to scroll past.
This all takes place after the Mountain scene, months or even years after the Witcher and the bard parted ways, opening the scene up with Jaskier taking in slow deep calming breaths, as his hold on his faithful lute tightens ever so slightly before he steps towards the spotlight waiting for him, the play of the bard slipping on as the words of the song starts with him singing.
He's there performing, in front of a crowded tavern, eyes focused forward towards a target in mind, making slow dancing movements towards the person, taking his time, mingling and interacting a little with the crowd along the way, but never once breaking eye contact with the person in front. As he steps closer, he playfully flirts with the other, making sure to keep their interest.
And just before it gets to the instrumental part of the song, just as "and this old world, is a new world, is a bold world, for me" is sung out, some catches his attention at the corner of his eye, a flash of what seemed to be silvery hair.
And though he had told himself again and again that he was over the Witcher, that they were no longer a duo and only just numero uno once again, the bard couldn't stop the slip up of turning. Wishing. Hoping that silly little hope that he had long since grounded out of him (so he believes and tells himself every time it tries to crop up). That it might be who he dared not to believe, but still yearn for to be there as flashes of memories rush forward.
Flashing images of when the two met, of the years traveling together, of them getting closer and closer, showing that once naive and young bard who dared to hope for something more between him and his best friend but also contently settling with what they had in the now and then so long as it still had each other, he was fine with that. But everything would spiral.
The rise and clash in the instruments blare harder as the images flash faster as the memories flash towards to where it got to them at the mountain scene
Jaskier soon singing again as the music rises, moving away from the person he had been resting against, stepping through the scene in the past, as if singing against what happened, pushing it back, and almost pitying the younger version of himself as that Jaskier starts taking those parting steps away from the Witcher, whose back was turned towards the both of them.
Past scene melting away as he sings loudly, both for the audience and to himself, mostly to himself as a reminder that he was no longer tethered to the foolish hopes of a young bard he once was, and that he was now living in the moment.
This was his life now.
His life to feel good in.
Despite not quite being free, but he would damn well enjoy it his way still, as the song comes to a close as he steps back towards the stage, having succeeded what was needed done, but also not noticing a lone silent figure brooding in the far back, with familiar golden eyes that watched him move farther away.
Okay, that ramble ended up being longer than anticipated, I may have well missed or mixed up a few things too as I am writing this in the dead of night and tired, but just wanted to write those thoughts down before I forgot about them completely, so it may be a bit of a confusing mess.
Also, yes, this does take place in when Jaskier would have been dragged into working with the Redanian secret service thanks to Dijkstra, using his charms with both the public and court to get info for the service, hence the wooing of targets for either information or be used as a distraction/decoy.
Yup, Geralt ends up finding himself in the vary tavern to where the bard is performing, regretting in choosing it now, but can't readily leave or take his eyes away from said bard, taking note just how different the other looked and how more- free and happier than he had been journeying with him.
Don't know, just thinking of potential angst. Wrapping it up here before I talk my mouth out more since this is already long enough and I probably should be heading to bed now, hahahah.