[ Sam won't even be the first of the others he comes across. He's already sent a handful of people off—told Jaskier to take Ciri first and go without him. It isn't his responsibility to get everyone home in one piece, and frankly that isn't even his intention nor the thought that crosses his mind. He just isn't so wounded that he can't spend another few hours traversing the mountains, there are people missing, and if he's already here, then—fuck it, he may as well stay behind.
By the time he catches up to Sam, following a combination of directions and tracks, the sun's a dim orange glow against the darkening horizon. He treks up the slope. There are footprints going around the corner, into the trees. Drops of blood staining the snow dark red.
The night brings dangers of its own. The Acolytes, he thinks, are largely taken care of. Dead or captured. But the monsters roam, and he hasn't any idea where that wraith is nor what it wants. It seems to have existed in this place long before any of them invaded its territory. There's nothing more dangerous than a creature whose made its home in solitude, suddenly disturbed.
When he glimpses Sam's familiar figure through the trees, he speeds up a little. He can see the outline of those wings, and fuck if that isn't a sight for sore eyes. ]
meetup ; sam wilson.
By the time he catches up to Sam, following a combination of directions and tracks, the sun's a dim orange glow against the darkening horizon. He treks up the slope. There are footprints going around the corner, into the trees. Drops of blood staining the snow dark red.
The night brings dangers of its own. The Acolytes, he thinks, are largely taken care of. Dead or captured. But the monsters roam, and he hasn't any idea where that wraith is nor what it wants. It seems to have existed in this place long before any of them invaded its territory. There's nothing more dangerous than a creature whose made its home in solitude, suddenly disturbed.
When he glimpses Sam's familiar figure through the trees, he speeds up a little. He can see the outline of those wings, and fuck if that isn't a sight for sore eyes. ]
You're late.