#pi:sam

[obsidiansashimi]

24 | sam + sebastian

◤ “Babe, you okay?” ◢

◤ Sebastian has little to no doubts that there’s a perfectly valid reason Sam’s still zoning out. Ever since he started classes, he’s been more tired. On one hand, it’s great that he’s been trying his best to keep up with his studies. On the other... Sebastian hasn’t seen him quite this tired since his work slump. ◢

◤ But he’s not about to let Sam’s birthday pass by without some sort of celebration. So, when Sam had trudged in after a supposed test, shoulders slumped and dramatic groans following, Sebastian had wrapped him up in his arms and convinced him to come out to dinner. ◢

◤ “24, huh?” Sebastian reaches to take Sam’s hand across the table. “Hope the year’s been everything you wanted. Thought I’d treat you to dinner ‘n all... you have been doing a lot, recently.” ◢

◤ He squeezes the hand. “I’m proud of you.” It’s such a... sentimental note, and he feels sort of silly, so his ears go red. ◢

@musicalsunshine

[jake-out-the-humans]

Rebuilding || Jake & Sam

@musicalsunshine

[ ⚔ ] — Jake normally wasn’t one for volunteer work, and wouldn’t have even considered offering himself up to help with the rebuilding of a store he would normally not care less about. Even moreso since it was apparently owned by that one rich guy in town, the one Jake didn’t like.

But Meg also worked here, bossed it even (even though she had been dissatisfied with the way she earned the position-- or rather, didn’t earn), and so Jake felt an obligation to at least do his part to bring it back, for her sake. Music was her joy, much like smithing was his, and Jake wanted to bring one of her most beloved things back to her. He wanted to get her smile back.

Money, experience-- all of that paled in comparison to the chance of seeing her direct one of those bright and happy smiles at him.

Unfortunately, volunteering meant partnering up. It was no secret Jake had terrible teamwork skills, so honestly, Good Luck to the poor sap that got saddled with him. Assuming the familiar looking blonde guy approaching him to be that sap, Jake turns to him with a blank expression, not at all one for small talk or attempts at friendly bonding. They had a job to do, after all.

“So, I’m guessing you’re this Sam guy I’m s’posed to be working with, then? If so, let’s go on and get it started.”

[theperfectheir]

Impromptu Shopping Trip || Max & Sam

@musicalsunshine

[♫] — Max walks through the doors of the music shop with a spring in his step. Nothing lifted his mood better than a delicious lunch and hefty paycheck, and now that he had gotten both, his spirits were rather high as he went to do his routine check in at the Musiceum, the smile on his face bright enough to light even the darkness that loomed outside. He even whistles to himself as he approaches the counter, raising his hand to give the man behind it a casual, friendly wave.

“Why hello there, Sam. How are you on this fine day?” He greets. “I trust you’ve been hard at work?”

[chocoelise-blog]

Pint Sized Terror - Elise & Sam

@musicalsunshine

What do you do when you’re a songstress and your poor? You bust out your violin and busk, that’s what you do!

Elise could hardly believe she was doing such a thing. Her father would likely disown her if he ever heard that she had lowered herself in such a way, but when one had so little money, one resorted to such things as this.

As the blonde put her years of musical teachings to work on the street, she suddenly was forced to pause when she heard something. Something awful. Something loud and impossible to ignore.

Nearly missing a note on her violin, she stopped abruptly and whirled around to stare up at the apartment building behind her. Who would dare to play such loud, obnoxious music, when she was playing her lovely violin?! The nerve of some people! 

Did she stop and move to another area? Of course not! Elise was much too proud - and hot headed - to simply move aside. Instead, she turned on her heel and marched into the apartment building, following the loud rock and roll music until she was standing in front of the offender’s door. She promptly banged on the door with the hand not holding her violin and waited with clenched teeth for the offender to show themselves. 

[obsidiansashimi]

the talk | sam + seb

◤ This should have happened a while ago. It always starts the same: ◢

◤ Sebastian approaches Sam. It can be through multiple means: sometimes, he hugs him from behind and props his chin on his shoulder; other times, he has found himself leaning on a doorway and knocking lightly to get his husband’s attention; even other times, he’s whispered, “Sam?” quietly into the blond strands he loves so much, letting out a relieved breath when he realizes the other has already fallen asleep.  ◢

◤ Those are the times where he’s really nervous. ◢ 

◤ And every time, he backs out from what he really wants to say. How he needs to address the elephant in the room-- or at least, it feels like an elephant, considering how big it’s gotten in his mind. The pictures left out of Sam’s family, of Seb’s-- the album propped open to show all those good family moments. Tabs left open on Sam’s laptop that Seb can’t help but catch when he passes. Tabs about parenthood. ◢ 

◤ Fuck, he’s getting nauseous again. But he can’t just let himself dodge this forever-- there’s a reason he’s been avoiding trying to talk about it, but he can’t tell if it’s a good one or not. Communication. He needs to communicate. Part of him wonders if Sam has been waiting for him to bring it up for any reason. “Babe?” ◢

◤ Count to five, take a breath... “Can we talk?” ◢

@musicalsunshine

[obsidiansashimi]

blizzard bundles | sam + seb

◤ It’s almost time for what would be their small hometown’s holiday, and unlike last year, Sebastian’s letting himself get a little festive. That might be because now, he has someone else who knows the custom. And he has a cat and a puppy. Balthazar isn’t the most festive frog. ◢

◤ He whistles a vague tune as he comes into the living room, a floating box of ornaments (courtesy of his mother, when he had moved here three years ago) trailing behind him. “Got the tree up?” He wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, presses a kiss to his cheek. It might be a harsh whiteout outside, but he’s safe as can be, in here. ◢

◤ The box settles lightly, and Azura and the new pup inspect its contents. Balthazar is nowhere to be seen, probably being a grinch. “Hopefully we have enough to cover the whole thing... Won’t hold a candle to the bigass one back home.” And for some reason, he actually thinks about that. Maybe they should visit home again for a holiday. ◢

@musicalsunshine

[obsidiansashimi]

s𝕙𝕚𝕡 a𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔 || 𝕤𝕒𝕞 & 𝕤𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟

" maybe we were always supposed to be like this. " " i hope so. "

[obsidiansashimi]

face the music | sam+sebastian

◤ “Do I have to?” ◢

◤ A soft chatter is his answer, and he sighs, playing with a pen that’s floated over to him. His office seems like the best place to have this discussion, and it’s a good a place as any to practice with the floating part of his powers. Actually, it’s probably a bad idea, because if he loses focus and everything falls or... disappears, Sam will notice. ◢

◤ Oh, right. Also, Sam doesn’t know he’s here. ◢

◤ He’s been popping in and out of his office since the fight, trying to work himself up to apologize while also getting his quota of inside-time filled. And he’s been doing it pretty well-- he always ends up here, it’s just a little bit of a struggle trying to decide where he ends up when he leaves. His control is improving. ◢    

◤ “Festival’s tonight,” he says, checking the time. Azura murps once more. Surprisingly, she’s missed him. She’s the only one who greets him here, and she manages to do it quietly. He wonders why she’s not just hanging off of Sam. He’s obviously the better choice of the two of them, after all. ◢

◤ But damn, she’s good for advice. “I’m supposed to take him. Make wishes. But I have to figure out how to apologize for being a royal asshole, first.” At the lack of response, he sighs, letting the pen fall into his hand. He places it gently back where it was supposed to be, and sighs. “He’s probably mad as hell, still. Maybe he wouldn’t even want to go. After all, I left again.” ◢

◤ Azura’s look, despite being that of a cat, could cut through diamond. And, before he can throw out a rebuttal, she yowls. Loudly. Time to face the music, buddy. ◢

@musicalsunshine