[ The feel of Hadrian's mind alongside his, soft silk over warm feathers - damn, it ain't bad. Comforting, almost, and Sam doesn't pull away. He lets their connection linger, gets comfortable in the shape of a new bond, the sense of a new Host.
But he still doesn't pry, lingering just on the edges where their mental links intersect. Just because he likes the feel of this guy's mind doesn't mean he's gonna go digging around; Sam's never intentionally gone where he wasn't invited, and he's worked pretty damn hard at his shields to keep it that way.
Hadrian asks if he's a bird, and Sam is obviously pleased at the comparison - the glimpse of a gap-toothed smile, the trickle of sunlight, a flurry of wings - before he laughs a little. ]
Does it count if I always wanted to be a bird when I was a kid? I do got wings, but they're not the kind that I was born with.
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But he still doesn't pry, lingering just on the edges where their mental links intersect. Just because he likes the feel of this guy's mind doesn't mean he's gonna go digging around; Sam's never intentionally gone where he wasn't invited, and he's worked pretty damn hard at his shields to keep it that way.
Hadrian asks if he's a bird, and Sam is obviously pleased at the comparison - the glimpse of a gap-toothed smile, the trickle of sunlight, a flurry of wings - before he laughs a little. ]
Does it count if I always wanted to be a bird when I was a kid? I do got wings, but they're not the kind that I was born with.