Then Red can go ahead, might help shave off some time. Here- [ he keeps one arm around jaskier to keep him up, and reaches for his own coinpurse, pushing it into her hands. ] Right inside the gate, there’s a stable. Tell the owner you know me, he’ll help. [ he doesn’t have time to tell her that’s where geralt’s horse came from, or that sam had done a favor for the owner. honestly, he doesn’t know if ciri even hears him, or if she’ll listen once she makes it in. he doesn’t care all that much, whatever gets her to geralt fastest. even so, as she starts off, sam calls after her- ] Be safe! [ which, okay, may be a bit much, but sam can’t help it even as jaskier’s body crumples back.
jaskier. a cool chill runs down his spine that turns his attention back, resituating jaskier as he pushes the mule forward.
getting to his place takes too long, and sam isn’t even sure he breathes as they rush into the city, pushing down alleys and roads. briefly, sam hopes alina isn’t home, if only because he’s not sure he has the time to try and explain this on top of keeping jaskier up. god, god, dan’s heart has stopped three times already on this trip, just because he hadn’t been able to feel a pulse. but as they get to the building and sam slips his arms under jaskier, trying to be both gentle in his movements without jostling, and trying so hard to move as quickly as he can.
when jaskier’s voice breaks through sam’s concentration, it’s relief that floods him. even if it’s barely a voice at all, it’s something, and sam can work with something. ] Not quite, but she’ll be back soon. [ he smiles, though he’s not sure jaskier is really seeing it, eyes on the slowly approaching landing. it’s only ten feet, maybe fifteen, to his door, and he has to keep jaskier awake. ]
But morning to you too, beautiful. How you feeling? [ eight feet, seven feet. his voice is calm, and will remain so, but with a tension through it, even now. it’s the same tension keeping his limbs from getting tired, the same tension keeping him moving forward. peter’s out, which means sam will use his room, but first he has to get through the door. ] Good? Hungry?
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jaskier. a cool chill runs down his spine that turns his attention back, resituating jaskier as he pushes the mule forward.
getting to his place takes too long, and sam isn’t even sure he breathes as they rush into the city, pushing down alleys and roads. briefly, sam hopes alina isn’t home, if only because he’s not sure he has the time to try and explain this on top of keeping jaskier up. god, god, dan’s heart has stopped three times already on this trip, just because he hadn’t been able to feel a pulse. but as they get to the building and sam slips his arms under jaskier, trying to be both gentle in his movements without jostling, and trying so hard to move as quickly as he can.
when jaskier’s voice breaks through sam’s concentration, it’s relief that floods him. even if it’s barely a voice at all, it’s something, and sam can work with something. ] Not quite, but she’ll be back soon. [ he smiles, though he’s not sure jaskier is really seeing it, eyes on the slowly approaching landing. it’s only ten feet, maybe fifteen, to his door, and he has to keep jaskier awake. ]
But morning to you too, beautiful. How you feeling? [ eight feet, seven feet. his voice is calm, and will remain so, but with a tension through it, even now. it’s the same tension keeping his limbs from getting tired, the same tension keeping him moving forward. peter’s out, which means sam will use his room, but first he has to get through the door. ] Good? Hungry?