[ between geralt and jaskier's return back to cadens and the subsequent rush fixing, of sewing, of blood and keeping geralt awake and then making sure he actually slept, and then jaskier, after, who had tried very hard to simply collapse on the floor and stay there, sam was actually quite okay with a couple of hours of silence. compared to how the silence had haunted him for the last week or so, this was different. this was easier. this was...god. this was traumatic and awful and yet sam couldn't bring himself to hate it. he needed to do something about how much it helped just having bodies around, but even he couldn't ignore the relief he felt just knowing geralt was back in the city. was (somewhat) whole. was as cleaned up as they could manage and was healing and was breathing, where he was fully collapsed into the cushions of sam's couch.
( he was going to need to get a new couch, he realized. the blood was never coming out of that. and he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about having a piece of furniture with so much of geralt's blood embedded into it. )
it was only a few hours, maybe four at most, before he noticed geralt's startling consciousness. sam had been in the kitchen, washing away whatever other cloth and things he might need for more bandages later, but had moved to the chair not soon before. had needed a moment to sit, to think about it all, to consider - like he had been over the last couple of hours - what this all meant. because the last time they'd seen each other, sam hadn't even been able to look geralt in the eye. hadn't been able to get the visions of those mangled bodies out of his mind. and now?
now, as weird as it sounded, sam had been watching geralt simply breathe. had been so worried that he would simply stop, would simply die right there on his couch. it had startled sam just as much when geralt suddenly woke, his eyes going a little wide, and then the relief flooding through him again when he watched geralt get his bearings, find his place in the space. this room.
( how many times would they be right here? right in front of this fire? on this couch? )
geralt turns to him, his gold eyes lingering on sam's, and sam holds it. holds it with intent, with purpose, despite the guilt that curls around his throat. ]
Hey. [ sam answers, sitting up a bit where he'd started to fall back into his own chair. there is a tension in the air that sam is fully aware is only there because of him, which is why he takes a breath. forces some kind of ease into the space. ] Stupid question but - how do you feel?
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( he was going to need to get a new couch, he realized. the blood was never coming out of that. and he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about having a piece of furniture with so much of geralt's blood embedded into it. )
it was only a few hours, maybe four at most, before he noticed geralt's startling consciousness. sam had been in the kitchen, washing away whatever other cloth and things he might need for more bandages later, but had moved to the chair not soon before. had needed a moment to sit, to think about it all, to consider - like he had been over the last couple of hours - what this all meant. because the last time they'd seen each other, sam hadn't even been able to look geralt in the eye. hadn't been able to get the visions of those mangled bodies out of his mind. and now?
now, as weird as it sounded, sam had been watching geralt simply breathe. had been so worried that he would simply stop, would simply die right there on his couch. it had startled sam just as much when geralt suddenly woke, his eyes going a little wide, and then the relief flooding through him again when he watched geralt get his bearings, find his place in the space. this room.
( how many times would they be right here? right in front of this fire? on this couch? )
geralt turns to him, his gold eyes lingering on sam's, and sam holds it. holds it with intent, with purpose, despite the guilt that curls around his throat. ]
Hey. [ sam answers, sitting up a bit where he'd started to fall back into his own chair. there is a tension in the air that sam is fully aware is only there because of him, which is why he takes a breath. forces some kind of ease into the space. ] Stupid question but - how do you feel?