[ OPEN/SOME CLOSED ] if I had to do it over, I'd do it all again

[cointosser]

Who: Jaskier, Ciri, Geralt, Yennefer, Alucard, and some open prompts
When: Mid-to-Late January
Where: Cadens and the Horizon
What: Jaskier wakes from a vivid, nasty dream to physical evidence that it was unfortunately very real. He spirals, but like, only a little bit. It mostly involves getting drunk and buying hats to cope.
Warnings: Mentions of bodily injury/torture, maybe PTSD, heavy drinking



[Will be throwing starters (including open ones) down below! You can hit me up at scathefire or #scathefire6612 if you'd like to plot anything or want an additional starter. Also, let me know if you'd like me to avoid S2 spoilers, because there will be a lot.]

Comments

[falcony]

Ah- it's a dialect from home.

[ sam is not in the state of mind to give the entire history of Louisiana and the varying degrees of settlers who moved through there. especially not right now, a couple of drinks in and jaskier quite a few more.

and it's good, that jaskier feels taken care of. that's sort of the purpose of all this, at least for sam. and jaskier already seems to be better than he'd been in that tavern. ]

Then it's official. [ another grin, and another laugh, and sam's turning them onto his street. they'll make it to the inn easy enough, and then up to his room. sam directs them both easily enough with his hand on jaskier's waist. ] Toutterèl. You've even got my accent going.

[cointosser]

[Luckily, as oft Jaskier is to ask for details on any concept that's new to him, he is unsteadily far from sober and he'll come back to it later (if he can recall the conversation.) As it is, he's blessed enough to hear the word roll off Sam's tongue, both unfamiliar and yet familiar in his warm tone of voice.

Turtledove.

It's far too soft. Silly, even, and he laughs.]

I did not realize you had such an accent. It is fascinatingly sexy. [Sam's doing such a good job that Jaskier is more than allowing him to hold up a bit of Jaskier's weight, directing him. He leans in and kisses the edge of Sam's jaw.]

Thank you. You needn't do all this, but... it helps.

[falcony]

[ it is a bit soft, and it is a bit silly, so when jaskier laughs sam can't help but follow suit, letting the laughter carry them a few steps further. and he laughs, again, if only because the description is so very jaskier and also because maybe sam feels like this is all actually working. ]

It doesn't come out often, but if I'm gonna get fascinatingly sexy, maybe it should.

[ it's not that difficult to maneuver them up the stairs and to sam's front door, but it's difficult enough that it has sam laughing again. making small comments. when they're finally there and at sam's front door, he loosens his hold on jaskier just enough to stand in front of him - eye to eye - and to let the smile hold as his hands settle on each sid of jaskier's neck.

it helps jaskier says, kissing the corner of sam's jaw. that's all he needs, isn't it? ]

Turns out I want to do all this. [ and then sam is leaning forward, pressing a kiss to jaskier's forehead before setting his own in the exact spot. looking straight ahead to hold jaskier's eyes. ] But I'm glad it's helping.

should we wrap this up soon, handwave a nice night together? c:

[cointosser]

[It's working enough with the mix of alcohol in him, at least, and honestly, what else could he ask for? He only wants to feel like... no. He only wants to feel. Feeling is enough if it isn't drowning.

And drowning has been it. For days. (A week?)]

You have a strange penchant for wanting to do kind things, don't you? It's almost a bit suspicious.

[It isn't at all. In fact, he's rather sure Sam is one of the kindest people he's met. And perhaps, from Sam's sphere, that is normal. It happens. It does not happen to him, nor to anyone, from the Continent. Not often. Not without something given in exchange.

Jaskier smiles to himself, and it's goofy and curled from drink. He snorts.]

Yes, yes. You're embarrassing me. Now, help me in, or I'm liable to fall asleep at your doorway.

yes!!! they get to have a v nice night of jaskier spoiling. c:

[falcony]

[ only wants to feel like what, is where sam is trying to explore - what jaskier wants, rather than sam. he takes what he can and uses it to his advantage, watches jaskier's smile curl despite what sam had seen so far as more complicated, more uncertain expressions.

he has an idea of where the night will lead - of cooking something easy, of spoiling jaskier in other ways, in testing to see if the affection and reminders of that might help. sam's going into this with the understanding very little of the details, but able to at least understand the shape.

he pulls away only enough to reach for the door, laughing just a bit at the prospect. ]

No no - no sleeping. The night's just begun.