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There's still a fight in me left
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
Sam’s faith is one of the most beautiful aspects of the show to me.
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Sam In Every Episode
↳ 1x10 Asylum
Sam In Every Episode
↳ 1x06 Skin
I realized today that my day feels like it hasn’t started unless I’m able to get on here and see Jared and Sam and my fellow Sam girls. It’s my caffeine and basically shapes my outlook for the rest of the day.
I need my shot of Sam in the morning.
It was just a letter, what harm could it do?
He arrived at the corner of the market in Hightown at noon. It was where she would be Maddox told him, by the south pillar, selling cheap trinkets, flower posies tied up with lace and garlands for spring celebrations. It wasn’t unusual to observe a Templar out here this time of day, but the market was bustling. If seen by the wrong people, he might be reported. Thus he waited, and watched the crowd until he was sure no one would recognise him.
She was petite, a round lovely face, dimpled cheeks, dark eyes and dark hair tied loosely behind her. There were pink flowers in her hair. When he approached, she smiled broadly.
“A flower for you, Ser Templar?”
He waved his hand dismissively.
“Perhaps a bracelet or a necklace for a sweetheart? These stones came all the way from Rivain.”
“Do you know Maddox?” His voice a hoarse whisper about the background noise.
The smile dropped from her face, replaced with a mask of suspicion. “I might? What of it? I’m not a mage if--"
He put his gloved hand up to stop her talking and with the other, he pushed the paper into her hand and departed before she could respond.
It was just a letter, what harm could it do?
He was becoming used to this. Her smile could fuel the market place at night with how bright it was when she noticed him approach. The same routine, repeated many time, made it difficult to hide the smirk on his face.
“A flower for you, Ser Templar? Or perhaps a trinket with stones from Rivain.” Her voice was as sweet as her face. He was beginning to understand Maddox’s attraction.
“Are they really from Rivain?” he asked. A familiar smirk formed at the corners of his mouth.
“Close enough.” She tilted her head and mirrored his grin.
He nodded his head. She passed him a small posy of flowers, sweet and pink like her lips, like the ones she always wore in her hair. He slipped her several coin and Maddox’s letter.
When she smiled that smile, he felt complete for the rest of the day.
It was just a letter, what harm could it do?
It had been weeks. He still hadn’t the courage to face her, to tell her what happened, to tell her that somebody she loved could no longer return her feelings. His reasons were purely selfish. The first being that the lyrium withdrawal sent him into a spiral of pain. The other reason, the one that had seen him avoid her on his way to beg the Chantry for aid, was that smile. He had no desire to witness it disappear from her face. Nor did he wish for her to feel his pain regarding what happened; to mar her pretty features with wrinkled questioning, or her heart to feel the pang of emotional loss.
When he finally succeeded in contacting the dwarf dealer, all thanks to the one benevolent Chantry sister, he decided he could no longer be a coward. He needed to speak with her as much as he needed the dust. He owed Maddox this much at least.
It was just a letter, what harm could it do?
The sun was high in the sky and he spotted her sheltering under cover, but still selling her wares. She didn't notice him draw near as this was the first time he’s approached her without his Templar armour. He looked drawn; bags heavy under his eyes and the clothes he was dressed in nearly every commoner of Kirkwall also wore.
“I’d like a posy.” He asked, knowing that it would take what little coin he had.
She looked up to him, eyes wide dimpled cheeks and round face half a smile. She looked him over and her brow furrowed.
He shook his head. “I have no letter for you today.”
“I haven’t seen you in weeks, Ser Templar. Where is your armour? Is everything all right?”
He stared at her, tempted to tell her that Maddox is dead. For a moment, he contemplated that she might be better off not knowing Maddox’s fate, but he can’t. He can’t lie. “I’m sorry.” He gulped.
Her eyes widened and her hand went to her mouth to capture a gasp. She began to cry, “No, no,” she says softly. She knew without him telling her what had happened. That she had lost her love, not to the Maker, but to something far worse.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I couldn’t—"
He stood awkwardly by, wanting to comfort her, to hold her and say it’s okay, but he just stood there until she looked up at him through copious tears.
“Is he safe?” She asked.
“I – I think he is.” He nodded, knowing that for now, the circle was the best place for a tranquil to be. If he were out on the streets, it would signify certain death.
She rubbed her face on her sleeve as a customer approached. She gave her a wide smile. “A posy my lady? Or perhaps a garland? I have trinkets here made with the finest stones from Rivain.”
He took a step back before disappearing back to Lowtown.
It was just a letter, what harm could it do?
Several months later, after a disturbance in the qunari compound that caused chaos throughout the city, he’s resolved to return to Hightown, to find her, to ensure she was unharmed.
It’s quiet, a light patter of rain hits the cobblestones, and when he looked to where she normally stood there was only her upturned cart. He picked up a garland of pink flowers; they’re squashed nearly flat. He asked a nearby merchant if he knows what happened to her and was told that she fled the city as did countless other citizens. Of her fate, the merchant doesn’t know.
The rain fell heavier until the drains began to overflow. He crushed the garland in his palm until the petals fell on the ground and washed away with the rain.
“It was just a letter,” he mouthed quietly. “What harm could it do?”
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