[ there’s something to say about the way that red’s settling seems to encourage sam’s own. for only having the bird around for a couple of months, now, red’s become so much a part of sam’s every day as breathing, and the thought strikes him suddenly.
jaskier’s bird, jaskier’s magic, jaskier’s patience, and sam falling apart at the seams.
there’s a smile and sam manages a laugh and he feels a little better, if only for the fact their conversation seems to start moving. sam shakes his head to jaskier’s question, holding back on another apology. alright, alright, yes. jaskier says it’s fine, but that does little for sam’s own internal voice - you know better than this.
jaskier’s words are comforting, or trying to be, with his hand on sam’s knee, but he says you were a bit too busy and sam huffs, rubbing a hand across his face. ]
Yeah, well. [ i can’t afford to let it creep up. sam presses his lips together and shakes his head. ] I wouldn’t call any of that expert. [ he offers jaskier a small smile, though there’s something self deprecating about it, a bit sheepish. he feels worn through, frayed and exhausted and rough around the edges, like a string that had been pulled too taut and stretched and then let loose, after. his head is still pounding, too, but that will probably take a few hours for that to fade. ] But thank you, all the same, for all of that.
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jaskier’s bird, jaskier’s magic, jaskier’s patience, and sam falling apart at the seams.
there’s a smile and sam manages a laugh and he feels a little better, if only for the fact their conversation seems to start moving. sam shakes his head to jaskier’s question, holding back on another apology. alright, alright, yes. jaskier says it’s fine, but that does little for sam’s own internal voice - you know better than this.
jaskier’s words are comforting, or trying to be, with his hand on sam’s knee, but he says you were a bit too busy and sam huffs, rubbing a hand across his face. ]
Yeah, well. [ i can’t afford to let it creep up. sam presses his lips together and shakes his head. ] I wouldn’t call any of that expert. [ he offers jaskier a small smile, though there’s something self deprecating about it, a bit sheepish. he feels worn through, frayed and exhausted and rough around the edges, like a string that had been pulled too taut and stretched and then let loose, after. his head is still pounding, too, but that will probably take a few hours for that to fade. ] But thank you, all the same, for all of that.