[ sam snorts at geralt's comment, if only it were that easy. ]
I know the right mage. His magic's just not there yet.
[ he just doesn't like feeling secluded. for better or worse, his home had connections. the internet, his phones, cars and planes and trains to take them wherever he wanted to go. his wings, too, if need be. ways for him to get out, to see the world, to keep in touch with everyone and to cross-check if they weren't. the free cities already feels better than thorne, sure, but it's still not good.
if anything, the jailbreak and subsequent settling in is the only thing that has kept him sane. finding places for food, talking his way through small jobs for a place to stay, keeping a handle on mal and on alina and peter. it kept him busy and kept him from losing his mind, yes, but there is still that anxiety. that tension. it's not all ironed out yet, so when will the next shoe drop?
geralt says i met him and sam's attention shifts over to him, the sudden realization that oh. oh that would be right. not everyone is going to know the winter soldier just because he does, and it's not like buck is a go-around and introduce himself to the class kind of guy. sam laughs, though the sound has a hint of stress in it, like sam is doing his best to keep up that everything is fine air about the conversation. ] I'm sure you had a lot to talk about. [ which is a friendly jab, accompanied by a grin and a small laugh, before sam tries to go back to the conversation but finds himself stuttering over geralt's offer.
oh. oh. that would make sense, wouldn't it? that they're out of the prison cells, and so they have access to all their...witcher things. sam tries to remember what geralt had told him, back in their first conversation, but comes up blank for the time being. ] Oh. That- actually, man, that would be amazing. [ sam had been telling himself it was fine, because he knows it's fine. he knows. but he also doesn't have time to be looking around, anxious, trying to find bucky barnes. not when that asshole is a trained assassin and sam already put in years looking for him.
he gives geralt something of a relieved look at the idea of it, alone. ] Even just a general direction. I'm just- [ sam huffs out a breath, and it does sound as tired and tense as he feels, if only for that moment, as he runs a half across the back of his neck. ] It would be a huge help.
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I know the right mage. His magic's just not there yet.
[ he just doesn't like feeling secluded. for better or worse, his home had connections. the internet, his phones, cars and planes and trains to take them wherever he wanted to go. his wings, too, if need be. ways for him to get out, to see the world, to keep in touch with everyone and to cross-check if they weren't. the free cities already feels better than thorne, sure, but it's still not good.
if anything, the jailbreak and subsequent settling in is the only thing that has kept him sane. finding places for food, talking his way through small jobs for a place to stay, keeping a handle on mal and on alina and peter. it kept him busy and kept him from losing his mind, yes, but there is still that anxiety. that tension. it's not all ironed out yet, so when will the next shoe drop?
geralt says i met him and sam's attention shifts over to him, the sudden realization that oh. oh that would be right. not everyone is going to know the winter soldier just because he does, and it's not like buck is a go-around and introduce himself to the class kind of guy. sam laughs, though the sound has a hint of stress in it, like sam is doing his best to keep up that everything is fine air about the conversation. ] I'm sure you had a lot to talk about. [ which is a friendly jab, accompanied by a grin and a small laugh, before sam tries to go back to the conversation but finds himself stuttering over geralt's offer.
oh. oh. that would make sense, wouldn't it? that they're out of the prison cells, and so they have access to all their...witcher things. sam tries to remember what geralt had told him, back in their first conversation, but comes up blank for the time being. ] Oh. That- actually, man, that would be amazing. [ sam had been telling himself it was fine, because he knows it's fine. he knows. but he also doesn't have time to be looking around, anxious, trying to find bucky barnes. not when that asshole is a trained assassin and sam already put in years looking for him.
he gives geralt something of a relieved look at the idea of it, alone. ] Even just a general direction. I'm just- [ sam huffs out a breath, and it does sound as tired and tense as he feels, if only for that moment, as he runs a half across the back of his neck. ] It would be a huge help.