It had been a week, and it was still hard to believe that it was real. A desperately rocky, terrifying month all eventually settling into cautious hope, as Sam started to slowly find his way around. Started to feel like he could be okay again, because they were finally beginning to cobble together the life that Rhys had promised. Starting with this...with homeHe was even starting to sleep, which was the most important thing, the best sign. Rhys had respected Sam's wishes and avoided using magic, except for a little bit to take some of the tension from his muscles and soothe away the aches. Sam wanted to find sleep on his own, and Rhys understood that. After what he'd been through, it was the best way for him, and Rhys was happy to just be there quietly and let it come. And slowly, he was getting there. At first, just naps on the couch, curled up in Rhys's arms, but now Sam slept through a good part of the night, and it was a little easier each time to comfort him back down to sleep when he startled awake. Progress, as Sam started to
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At first Sam had tried to wrap his mind around the very idea of home. Sure, he'd shared a place with Jessica, but Sam.. always had a hard time with it even back then. Home was something he'd never had, it had always been something other kids had at school, and then other people had. People he saved. But it was never for him
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Sam isn't alone in that: Rhys still has nights when he steps outside to just smoke and stare at the sky, trying to process the enormity of the whole thing. A home, a career, friends, a life, it's absolutely unreal for the young man who got so used to the idea that anything he wanted, he would just lose somehow- either taken away, or simply left behind when it was time to go again. Just like Sam, his entire existence seemed summed up as "just passing through".
But those nights when Sam's finally dozing off, the big man's head tucked in his lap and his breathing finally gone slow and heavy with sleep, it's all worth it. Rhys never thought he could be this happy, and that he can finally let himself
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It's home. He's finally home and every morning Sam takes a long moment to remind himself of that as he curls his arms around Rhys in bed. Their bed. The one thing Sam has needed is time to heal and he's been given all of the time and care that he could possibly need to start to let go of the past seven years. No more going out on the road, no more fighting, no more sacrifice and pain. He's earned this, every evening curled up on the couch in warm, familiar arms, every time he hears Rhys laugh - Sam knows this is where he's supposed to be.
They haven't taken that final step, but for the first few days Sam felt too jittery, too brittle. They've waited this long and he wants it to be right. Perfect.
"Attack hedges? If they get in league with the garden in the back we'll either be safe or doomed." A breathy laugh into his hair as he settles close with a contented sound. "Maybe we should name that big oak in the back Treebeard. Just so he can keep them in line?"
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But those nights when Sam's finally dozing off, the big man's head tucked in his lap and his breathing finally gone slow and heavy with sleep, it's all worth it. Rhys never thought he could be this happy, and that he can finally let himself ( ... )
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They haven't taken that final step, but for the first few days Sam felt too jittery, too brittle. They've waited this long and he wants it to be right. Perfect.
"Attack hedges? If they get in league with the garden in the back we'll either be safe or doomed." A breathy laugh into his hair as he settles close with a contented sound. "Maybe we should name that big oak in the back Treebeard. Just so he can keep them in line?"
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