I'd take the happy memory route any day. I even have a few to offer myself.
[ it's said with the general air of someone who also has plenty of bad ones. but that's life, isn't it? the back and forth of better and worse days. sam doesn't mind it, but he'd rather have met under just about any other circumstance. even if the crystal and what it turns into are probably worth the stress of it. sam's just tired of prison volunteering and he's not impressed with most of what he's seen ambrose, or the thorne way of doing things.
sam laughs himself at that, imagining geralt in that very scene. though, in a way, sam supposes he's seen it. that the entire time down in the tunnels was, actually, geralt slowly letting himself bleed out all the while trying to take care of everyone else. there's a reason sam pegged geralt early on for the kind of person he was, but he supposes that's probably why jaskier and geralt have known each other for as long as they have.
part of him wishes he had something more to offer, food or wine or water or something. his mother would be so displeased at his hosting manners, but maybe he would have gotten a pass given...well. everything. so as jaskier gets settled, sam does as well, crossing his arms across his chest. listens to what he supposes is going to be an explanation, or a story, both of which he would welcome. ]
Huh. That's actually a good tip. Do they all have white hair too? Or is that just Geralt's thing? [ he hadn't really noticed the gold eyes other than an initial thought when they first met.
the question has sam grinning a bit sheepishly. it feels a bit like he's letting down a friend, or owning up to a lie. ] Beyond the fact that they play instruments and sing at ren faires? Not really, no.
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[ it's said with the general air of someone who also has plenty of bad ones. but that's life, isn't it? the back and forth of better and worse days. sam doesn't mind it, but he'd rather have met under just about any other circumstance. even if the crystal and what it turns into are probably worth the stress of it. sam's just tired of prison volunteering and he's not impressed with most of what he's seen ambrose, or the thorne way of doing things.
sam laughs himself at that, imagining geralt in that very scene. though, in a way, sam supposes he's seen it. that the entire time down in the tunnels was, actually, geralt slowly letting himself bleed out all the while trying to take care of everyone else. there's a reason sam pegged geralt early on for the kind of person he was, but he supposes that's probably why jaskier and geralt have known each other for as long as they have.
part of him wishes he had something more to offer, food or wine or water or something. his mother would be so displeased at his hosting manners, but maybe he would have gotten a pass given...well. everything. so as jaskier gets settled, sam does as well, crossing his arms across his chest. listens to what he supposes is going to be an explanation, or a story, both of which he would welcome. ]
Huh. That's actually a good tip. Do they all have white hair too? Or is that just Geralt's thing? [ he hadn't really noticed the gold eyes other than an initial thought when they first met.
the question has sam grinning a bit sheepishly. it feels a bit like he's letting down a friend, or owning up to a lie. ] Beyond the fact that they play instruments and sing at ren faires? Not really, no.