Toss a Coin ? THE WITCHER ONESHOTS

Jaskier ran down the city street, his feet moving fiercely as he pushed through the crowds. He could hear guards yelling at him, hot on his heels as he continued to run. It was Geralt's idea for Jaskier to walk up and pick a fight with the guards, hoping to draw them away from the warehouse they stood post at. Geralt needed to investigate the place for a contract he had picked up and Jaskier was quite good at distractions. Being chased through crowded streets with the promise of either imprisonment or death, was not what Jaskier thought he was agreeing to.

You had heard the commotion before it reached you and decided to foil the guards' plans. You were following the chase in a side street, sprinting ahead of the group to make your move. The running man finally broke away from the guards and you took the opportunity to reach out and snag his wrist. You pulled him into the alley, watching intently as he huffed for air.

He looked you over real quick, peeking out at the street to check on the guards. You pushed him into the shadows, your hand over his mouth to keep him from speaking as they chased past the alley. When you released him, he straightened his clothes, looking you over once more.

"Hello, strange person. Thanks for helping, name's Jaskier." He announced his name, but you ignored his greeting. You grabbed his wrist again, pulling him into the back streets that you had ran through. He willing followed, but continued talking. "Pardon! I didn't catch your name. Hey, wait..!"

You broke away from him, picking up your pace as shouting seemed to follow your trail. You got the sense that the guards figured out they were duped and were now searching the roads less travelled. Jaskier caught up to you, his pace matching yours as you sped down the alley. He made to speak, but you placed your finger to your lips, urging him to remain quiet.

Jaskier did as he was told, but his silence didn't last long when you started running.

"Where are you going!? They aren't he-" He was cut off by a voice behind him.

"There he is!" A guard yelled, beckoning others to follow. Jaskier spun on his heel, quickly following after you. You searched frantically, entering a part of the city that was unfamiliar to you. You weren't sure where to go and took a wrong turn in your panic. Jaskier cursed under his breath when he rounded the corner and saw the wall standing before you.

"What now?" He asked in a whisper. "I'm pretty sure they didn't see me turn..."

You pointed up at the top of the wall, your motions harsh as you tried to get him to understand you.

"What is it?" He questioned. "Honestly, just tell me! I can't follow these charades!"

You rolled your eyes, dramatically dragging your hands down your face as you sighed. Opening your mouth, you revealed to Jaskier that you had no tongue.

"My gods.." He whispered again. "How did you survive that?? Never mind, that's a question for later. Fine, charades it is. Let's see it again."

You showed him your hands, first in the shape of a cradle. Then you made an upward motion, then acted as if you were grabbing the top of something and pulling yourself over. A light seemed to flick on behind Jaskier's eyes as he watched you.

"I see. Well, come then, my dear. They'll be upon us in a moment." He interlaced his fingers, preparing to help you scale the wall. You braced against him, pushing up and crawling over. You turned around, so your legs were on the other side while your hands reached for Jaskier. He jumped up and grabbed your arms, crawling the wall as you helped pull him over. You both slid down, taking a seat to catch your breath. "Marvelous plan, darling."

You nodded, a smile cast across your face as you pat his arm. You then pointed to the dirt, instructing him to watch. You dug your fingers in the ground, forming letters as you went.