@burialheart , “can you play something? i had a shitty day.” from huxley @burialheart ! he loves sams music pls
since they were able to recover a guitar from mount weather, sam has found himself playing it from time to time. fingers strumming the strings, adjusting between chords that he learned on the ark from his own guitar that huxley was able to get for sam from alpha station. before this, sam was mindlessly strumming the guitar, fingers picking at some strings to create a light melody. at huxley’s request, sam briefly pauses, listens, and considers.
he thinks back on the music that they had on the ark. some that they sang like an anthem for the ark, some that were able to be recovered from the ground. some that were even sang through generations, and taught to others. but sam remembers when huxley was able to recover a record, because for some reason, some fool at the very beginning of the apocalypse brought a record player with him. who would’ve known that the fool in question provided sam with the idea in that moment.
strumming become a bit more precise now, something he had learned on the ark when they were growing teenagers. a grin splits across his boyish features, and his leg bounces slightly, getting back into the groove. “listen, baby!” a chuckle rips his chest, aiming to crack a smile from his friend. “ain’t no mountain high, ain’t no valley low, ain’t no river wide enough, baby.” leg gives hux’s knee a light nudge, remembering the days when sam would had the song stuck in his head for week straight on the ark, and would sing it to hux primarily to annoy him. “if you need me, call me. no matter where you are. no matter how far!”
