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[ It would normally be (virtually) impossible for someone to ignore that there are two brothers to choose from, but this is a Winchester we're talking about and it's not like anyone with that last name can claim a very good record of remembering this fact. But every once in a while Sam remembers Adam. Occasionally. Too bad he's too embarrassed by a fraction (or too dedicated to avoidance of the subject) to make the point. ]
Actually, I've been wrangling goats the last couple of days.
[ The less he tells Michael, the better he'll feel. Nevermind that Sam isn't working that hard at all to get back the the Free Cities. He is working hard on a pretty legitimate salad, however, and trades some coin for a few root vegetables. ]
If you want to avoid me in the meantime, I come Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
[ That is, as long as he doesn't see Michael, he'll keep his word. But the first time he gets that stalking sense... ]
Actually, I've been wrangling goats the last couple of days.
[ The less he tells Michael, the better he'll feel. Nevermind that Sam isn't working that hard at all to get back the the Free Cities. He is working hard on a pretty legitimate salad, however, and trades some coin for a few root vegetables. ]
If you want to avoid me in the meantime, I come Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
[ That is, as long as he doesn't see Michael, he'll keep his word. But the first time he gets that stalking sense... ]
That's not how this works. You want to see less of me, you work around my schedule.
[He's been here a year and change, he's not going to alter his patterns to suit the man that left both him and his younger brother in Hell. Active stalking is not in Michael's plans either, though his habit of appearing in the blink of an eye and in the strangest of places might make Sam feel like he's being watched. Trouble follows the Winchesters and he isn't eager to get caught up in any of it. That's the true source of his annoyance at finding him here—Solvunn faces enough disturbances as it is.
Michael gets a look from the seller, but it's brief and not followed by any offers. Having no appetite of his own, it's not often that he trades charms or favours for vegetables.]
You're avoiding the question. [Which he's reading as potential intent to stay in Solvunn long term.] Why would you want to remain here?
[He's been here a year and change, he's not going to alter his patterns to suit the man that left both him and his younger brother in Hell. Active stalking is not in Michael's plans either, though his habit of appearing in the blink of an eye and in the strangest of places might make Sam feel like he's being watched. Trouble follows the Winchesters and he isn't eager to get caught up in any of it. That's the true source of his annoyance at finding him here—Solvunn faces enough disturbances as it is.
Michael gets a look from the seller, but it's brief and not followed by any offers. Having no appetite of his own, it's not often that he trades charms or favours for vegetables.]
You're avoiding the question. [Which he's reading as potential intent to stay in Solvunn long term.] Why would you want to remain here?
( the goat in his arm probably really enjoys the height. wanda, still standing on the lowest rung of the wooden fence, manages to just about be eye-to-eye with him (but even that's quite generous). she remains where she is, fingertips helping her keep her balance against the fence's top.
it is an immense relief that he remembers her, because she's getting the gist of the situation being that sam disappeared and was summoned back again.
in solvunn, no less. )
I'm not sure how exactly it works, either. ( she tilts her head, glancing down now at the kids that are biting at sam's boots. ) I didn't realize you'd left.
( her contact with whoever in the free cities he is closest with being inexistent. wanda glances back up. )
You're probably a better fit here.
( how to be excited without letting on that she is? it's not always that she has a someone she considers a friend from another faction just be moved closer to her. she motions at the group of goats with her nose. )
You look like you could use some help herding the baby goats. They're a huge menace.
it is an immense relief that he remembers her, because she's getting the gist of the situation being that sam disappeared and was summoned back again.
in solvunn, no less. )
I'm not sure how exactly it works, either. ( she tilts her head, glancing down now at the kids that are biting at sam's boots. ) I didn't realize you'd left.
( her contact with whoever in the free cities he is closest with being inexistent. wanda glances back up. )
You're probably a better fit here.
( how to be excited without letting on that she is? it's not always that she has a someone she considers a friend from another faction just be moved closer to her. she motions at the group of goats with her nose. )
You look like you could use some help herding the baby goats. They're a huge menace.
What rock have you been living under?
What, did you make yourself another pariah?
Ugh.
You're safe from looking over your shoulder from me, Samuel.
Unless you and your brother somehow manage an apocalyptic falling-out.
[Considering this is Lucifer, who has firsthand experience in that sort of thing, well, it's possible.]
¿Por qué no los dos?
A good thing you're off in Free Cities, otherwise the deprivation of having a Good Time with you would be truly a strain.
[Abraxas is Extremely Lucky that is the case.]
Aw, where's your sense of self-worth, Sammy? They're not you.
Well that's obvious. I wouldn't want to be your friend. How many of your friends die? You're just like... the scab you can't help but pick at.
Implode with radiant sparkles?
[I'm sorry did you expect a serious answer Sam do you remember who you're talking to]
Healing is nothing more than a lie. Eventually, every wound and scar reopens. I know this from experience, and you know how old I am.
And where are you at when it comes to disappointment?
Back to the bowels of Hell for you!
Fitting, really.
Sheer, dumb luck.
[He's not really interested in telling Sam, truthfully.]
So strange that you, of all people, cannot understand.
And you were supposed to.
[ He hates this lie the most, but it's persistent and insistent, and oh how he tells it. To himself, over and over, most of all. Like sticking his fingers in his ears and nyah-ing his way through life. In fact, he hates how intrinsic they are, how there are days he questions whether he would even exist without Lucifer's influence before he even greets the day. ]I'm sure there are others
who appreciate the fixation.
But I personally don't.
But I'll take sheer, dumb luck.
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