[ it's not an easy place to come from, either. sam does not have an easy time of it, hadn't back home and doesn't here, but it's the principle of it, for him. he wants there to be the opportunity to not, wants to be the example that it's possible, even if it takes work. he'd told bucky to do the work not long before they'd both ended up here, and sam reminds himself of that every day. it's not easy, it never will be, but that doesn't make it less important.
he can only keep fighting for it, keep pushing those around him to do better. beyond that, it's up to them, and he's not going to argue too much more.
the point of the blade drops and sam sees the tilt of his lips. feels something almost like a smile out of geralt, and it has him grinning even more. he does take the sword, adjusts his grip for a moment or two, before letting out a long sigh. ] No, you aren't, but it's not gonna stop me from trying. I can be pretty damn stubborn, you know.
[ he's taking a step away from geralt, then, practicing the stance geralt had just put him in, getting more comfortable with the grip of the hilt. he's not sure this is ever going to be second nature to him, but he can feel what is already beginning to be easier. a habit, maybe, if given the time. he's turning back around to geralt when he notices the distinct moment that the tension shoots through him. it's why he's prepared when geralt grabs his arm, why he's walking with him towards the collection of sparse trees.
sam's expression is quite suddenly very different - that ease of air turning serious, on guard. he doesn't ask geralt to explain in words when geralt's eyes tell him to keep quiet, but the look he shoots him should say enough. that's when sam remembers the warnings magpie had given him, about bandits, about the dangers of the desert. sam notices how geralt tenses and realizes that he's preparing himself for a fight. preparing himself for an attack. and sam realizes this as geralt very subtly adjusts his stance, where he's holding the sword, and sam does a bit of the same - moving the practice sword (because of course, of course this is happening while he has a dulled blade) to be a little less obvious, eyes on the sand dunes around them.
no subject
he can only keep fighting for it, keep pushing those around him to do better. beyond that, it's up to them, and he's not going to argue too much more.
the point of the blade drops and sam sees the tilt of his lips. feels something almost like a smile out of geralt, and it has him grinning even more. he does take the sword, adjusts his grip for a moment or two, before letting out a long sigh. ] No, you aren't, but it's not gonna stop me from trying. I can be pretty damn stubborn, you know.
[ he's taking a step away from geralt, then, practicing the stance geralt had just put him in, getting more comfortable with the grip of the hilt. he's not sure this is ever going to be second nature to him, but he can feel what is already beginning to be easier. a habit, maybe, if given the time. he's turning back around to geralt when he notices the distinct moment that the tension shoots through him. it's why he's prepared when geralt grabs his arm, why he's walking with him towards the collection of sparse trees.
sam's expression is quite suddenly very different - that ease of air turning serious, on guard. he doesn't ask geralt to explain in words when geralt's eyes tell him to keep quiet, but the look he shoots him should say enough. that's when sam remembers the warnings magpie had given him, about bandits, about the dangers of the desert. sam notices how geralt tenses and realizes that he's preparing himself for a fight. preparing himself for an attack. and sam realizes this as geralt very subtly adjusts his stance, where he's holding the sword, and sam does a bit of the same - moving the practice sword (because of course, of course this is happening while he has a dulled blade) to be a little less obvious, eyes on the sand dunes around them.
where are they? ]