#panamaleft

“Y’angry baby? Y’look like yer huffin’ an’ puffin’ over there.”

And if he were being honest with himself he KNEW what that look meant, and he RELISHED every single second of it.

“Think m’gonna...need a reminder a some STUFF ‘bout our relationship babe–––like WHO it is I married an’ WHAT that means.”

HIS HANDS WERE ON his hips, a vague gesture towards sam, then back at the wall in question. the wall. the TEXT they had followed had claimed it would move, open up into wondrous splendor. but it wasn’t moving, it didn’t open. it was a WALL, not a bloody door.  “what -- what exactly are you doing there, sammy?” he questioned. “the thing isn’t gonna open, we must have read something wrong.”

     it was strange for the two of them to be treasure hunting and remain in the states; normally it was long drives, catching planes, being searched by the tsa, and watching sam make an idiot out of himself in front of the poor airline stewardess. but instead, there was a relatively short car trip, only a few hours away. hotels were cheap and even had an indoor pool and a hot tub. virginia was quaint, everything felt much smaller, especially somewhere like fairfax county. 

Sam is on his haunches , eyes narrowed as he reads over the latin scrawled into the wall . He's making little notes on a notepad balanced on his knee . " ah " he murmurs " it says - " he shuffles on his haunches a little , not looking over at Karter "my husband - my husband is a dickhead " there's a pause . " wow would you look at that "

BROWS furrow as he dusts off his jeans, GLANCING at the words scrawled across the wall, GLARING at him with a deadpan before gruffly but gently shoving his face away, RESISTING the urge to giggle a little as he leans over for a second, SCRAWLING a few notes about the WALL before him in his journal before PUFFING out a bit of air.

His hands rest his hands on his hips JOURNAL returned to his back pocket for  a second before glancing over his shoulder and PUFFING quietly at him as he runs his finger along the wall, TRACING the words intently before rolling his eyes.

“Yeah I’LL BET.”

HE turns around, poking his chest mockingly for a second before brushing past him, STARTING toward the SMALL path between the antechamber and making his way into the next section of the MASSIVE cave system. He crouches, SLIDING under, reaching an arm back out to Sam for a moment before PUFFING out air from his lips.

Sam is holding Astrix like a baby , all swaddled up in a blanket - he fixes karter with an ELABORATELY affectionate look. " oh honey look at her" he breathes , arms rocking the cat " i want another child, "

EYES fixated on the feline ( she looks annoyed if he’s being honest ) before he turns his attention back to his husband. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t at least look endearing but given how ASTRIX could be sometimes, he’s banking on her SCRATCHING him soon if he isn’t careful, a CHUCKLE escaping him as he goes back to washing the dishes for a moment, CLEANING the last of the residue off the two plates from dinner this evening before TURNING and shutting the water off, HANDS dried momentarily as he tilts his head with a playful grin on his face.

“Oh y’do huh?”

He approaches, hand gently running along Astrix’s head before he places a small loving kiss on Sam’s cheek before turning and leaning his back against the counter, HEAD tilting with arms crossed before he speaks again, THE COYNESS of his tone reaching all the way to his eyes as he continues.

“WELL baby, it TAKES two t’tango. Y’want ‘nother KID then yer gonna need t’work with me yeah?”

HE LAUGHS A LITTLE, humming softly to himself before turning to the sink for a second, AN EXHALE passing his lips for a moment before he focused back on Sam with a smile, WATCHING him with a small sense of adoration as he imagine the same scene before him but with a REAL child as opposed to a feline one. HIS HEART WARMS for a second before puffing a bit.

‘would i ever lie to you?’ (from the big fat lying sam hujdhguhd )

‘YOU LIE WHEN YOU GET STRESSED HONEY’

A HAND comes to gently rub his back. HE’LL admit he always got worried when Sam lied to him, not because he felt like there was something to hide, but because it meant Sam was in DISTRESS. He HATED that, but he was fortunate he’d figured out the man’s tell. MARRIAGE offered that level of closeness and after a moment he smiles a little, LEANING over and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek with a SOFT grin on his face.

HE LOVES HIM DEARLY. Perhaps it’s not the best thing for him to KEEP these thoughts to himself, but Sam never did well when faced with his own worries. He didn’t like distressing him so HE HELPED him the best way he could. BY BEING there for him. IN SICKNESS & IN HEALTH as they say. He leans back again, HEAD resting on Sam’s shoulder as he slumps with a sigh.

“I asked ya ‘f we had milk this mornin’ an’ y’told me we didn’t have any, so I went t’the store and picked up FOUR an’ uh...now we got seven milks in th’fridge. SO I hope y’like milk IN EVERYTHIN’ y’eat cuz that’s th’way s’gonna be fer the next few days er so.”

HE KNOWS in due time Sam will come to him. Pushing Sam to open up NEVER worked, and Karter swore after they got married that he’d ALWAYS let his husband come to HIM if there was a problem. He knew Sam trusted him, and part of that came from Karter letting him SORT out what he needed. IF IT WAS truly that much of an issue, then Sam would bring it to him, but otherwise he was fine. HE’D BE FINE.

There are only a handful of men who would get away with telling her to shut her mouth - many walk away nursing a sore jaw, others, people she held in fondness would nurse a bruised ego. Anne is as drunk as one can be at two in the afternoon. Free time made her lazy and the abundance of beer in the immediate vicinity has left her in a mood most pleasant in compared to the thunderstorm she’d been when she’d stomped in. She’d been bitter, anger, wrathful almost at the thought of one of her men trying to alert the authorities on her whereabouts … she’d let th e others deal with him, for she would have put a bullet between his eyes quicker than one could say, gotcha bitch.

Anne laughs at Sam, and it’s the brightest she’s sounded all afternoon. “Aye? What ye gonna do? Cut me off?”

     [  SMS  :   Samuel ]:  i don’t know y i continue to be surprised by the things u say     [  SMS  :   Samuel ]:  i should just learn to expect shenanigans n everythin     [  SMS  :   Samuel ]:  rly i should be asking which one of us is the messiest of messes