[ it does not go unnoticed how steve immediately slips to sam's left, and honestly, there's a small almost smile that tugs at his mouth at the realization of it. the ease at which they continue to be able to slip into each other's lives, their steps, their pace.
he says his greetings to the passing guards, quick comments of half-conversations they tend to share. it's familiar, it's mostly presentation, and the guards nod at sam as they pass without really giving steve too much attention. another one, eh wilson? meanwhile, sam can feel the casual way steve watches it, the way he picks up on what little information he can gather. for brief moments, sam tries to put himself in those shoes - of seeing this all from that perspective, of what he's picking up on and what stands out.
when he starts to explain, he doesn't have to be watching to know how steve tenses at the mention of it. a year. sam feels it because he has thought the same, how out of sync they really are, when everything is taken into account at once. but sam keeps walking, keeps them moving away from the barracks themselves and further into the open grounds. away from the ears of the guards, though he still isn't convinced of their safety for privacy. steve's wry smile pulls a kind of smile from sam too, a huff of a laugh to break through what had been threatening to be continued building tension. ]
The war hasn't broken out yet, but the main players around here - Thorne, The Free Cities, and then Solvunn - they've apparently been at each other's necks for generations. It's mostly about ideology around the Singularity - Thorne studies magic, the Cities prefers science, and Solvunn...honestly, I'm not entirely sure what's up with them, but they give off a lot of religious cult vibes.
[ should he be saying more about the singularity? about the whole point of destroyed worlds? but steve is already jumping on the information he has, asking the logistical questions, and sam's hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck. how'd you cross the border? ]
Two people showed up with portal magic, more power than anyone in Thorne could combat, and they gave us all the option to leave. [ it feels like so long ago, but when sam really thinks about it, it wasn't really that long. the execution, the frozen bodies, the urgency of getting as many out of the dungeons as possible. ] Some stayed, some didn't. Thorne was imprisoning a few they brought over claiming that some of them were accidents and possibly dangerous - no idea if that was real or not, but it left a bad taste in a lot of our mouths, so we bolted. There was also some other shit going down but- [ he glances to the barracks, a quick acknowledgement that there are some things he's being careful about sharing and doesn't necessarily feel safe saying this close to active, on duty guards.
still, once they're a bit further out, sam does slow to a stop. glances at steve for a brief moment before letting out a breath and turning to face steve a bit more fully. here the movement seems to say. we can chat here. ]
They were welcoming enough when we showed up, let us stay and get settled as long as you pull your own weight. But then Prime Minister Reiner started pulling through Summoned of her own, and now. Well.
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he says his greetings to the passing guards, quick comments of half-conversations they tend to share. it's familiar, it's mostly presentation, and the guards nod at sam as they pass without really giving steve too much attention. another one, eh wilson? meanwhile, sam can feel the casual way steve watches it, the way he picks up on what little information he can gather. for brief moments, sam tries to put himself in those shoes - of seeing this all from that perspective, of what he's picking up on and what stands out.
when he starts to explain, he doesn't have to be watching to know how steve tenses at the mention of it. a year. sam feels it because he has thought the same, how out of sync they really are, when everything is taken into account at once. but sam keeps walking, keeps them moving away from the barracks themselves and further into the open grounds. away from the ears of the guards, though he still isn't convinced of their safety for privacy. steve's wry smile pulls a kind of smile from sam too, a huff of a laugh to break through what had been threatening to be continued building tension. ]
The war hasn't broken out yet, but the main players around here - Thorne, The Free Cities, and then Solvunn - they've apparently been at each other's necks for generations. It's mostly about ideology around the Singularity - Thorne studies magic, the Cities prefers science, and Solvunn...honestly, I'm not entirely sure what's up with them, but they give off a lot of religious cult vibes.
[ should he be saying more about the singularity? about the whole point of destroyed worlds? but steve is already jumping on the information he has, asking the logistical questions, and sam's hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck. how'd you cross the border? ]
Two people showed up with portal magic, more power than anyone in Thorne could combat, and they gave us all the option to leave. [ it feels like so long ago, but when sam really thinks about it, it wasn't really that long. the execution, the frozen bodies, the urgency of getting as many out of the dungeons as possible. ] Some stayed, some didn't. Thorne was imprisoning a few they brought over claiming that some of them were accidents and possibly dangerous - no idea if that was real or not, but it left a bad taste in a lot of our mouths, so we bolted. There was also some other shit going down but- [ he glances to the barracks, a quick acknowledgement that there are some things he's being careful about sharing and doesn't necessarily feel safe saying this close to active, on duty guards.
still, once they're a bit further out, sam does slow to a stop. glances at steve for a brief moment before letting out a breath and turning to face steve a bit more fully. here the movement seems to say. we can chat here. ]
They were welcoming enough when we showed up, let us stay and get settled as long as you pull your own weight. But then Prime Minister Reiner started pulling through Summoned of her own, and now. Well.
[ here you are. ]