[ the deja vu that sam feels is fairly intense - with geralt passed out on his couch, jaskier having gone to sleep in one of the bedrooms, and sam, awake and doing his best to finish washing up, the small of magic and blood and general exhaustion thick in the air.
( it makes him miss alina, suddenly - how he doesn't need to be worrying about what he'd tell her, how her room is still empty, still how she left it. )
sam stops, suddenly, where he's drying his hands after scrubbing as much of geralt's blood from them as he could. should he message ciri? she should know, shouldn't she? sam makes the decision to do it, too, just as she opens his door (because yes, it was unlocked) to find a breathless ciri, eyes wide. that...honestly feels about on par. ]
He's asleep. [ sam offers softly, just in case the vision of geralt face down on the couch with bloody bandages across his back might stress ciri out. he points to the couch for good measure, just in case she hadn't caught on yet. ] And Jaskier's passed out in the bedroom.
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( it makes him miss alina, suddenly - how he doesn't need to be worrying about what he'd tell her, how her room is still empty, still how she left it. )
sam stops, suddenly, where he's drying his hands after scrubbing as much of geralt's blood from them as he could. should he message ciri? she should know, shouldn't she? sam makes the decision to do it, too, just as she opens his door (because yes, it was unlocked) to find a breathless ciri, eyes wide. that...honestly feels about on par. ]
He's asleep. [ sam offers softly, just in case the vision of geralt face down on the couch with bloody bandages across his back might stress ciri out. he points to the couch for good measure, just in case she hadn't caught on yet. ] And Jaskier's passed out in the bedroom.
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