as the world comes to an end
i'll be there to hold your hand
i'll be there to hold your hand
"Fair is a four letter word with twice as many meanings," you reply good-naturedly enough, snorting your amusement with Sam's demands that you, too, reveal your age. "How about I letcha guess, an' tell ya if you're close." You're curious to know how old you must look to someone as youthful as him, and to see how honestly he'll guess, or if he'll head straight to flattery.
Startled by his interruption into your accidental silence, you return to Sam from the far-away place you go to whenever you think of the past. Blinking rapidly you struggle to remember what you were saying, where you are. "Uh... right. Sorry. Spires." But the magic is gone, your eyes are clouded. The story has slipped away.
With a weary shrug you continue halfheartedly, feeling bad for drawing Sam in. "Didn't see anythin' past that, truth be told. I was so damn tired by that point I passed out. One'a the merfolk had to drag my sorry ass back to shore." You shrug apologetically, pulling your face into a half-smile of apology. "Not the most excitin' endin', I suppose."
Startled by his interruption into your accidental silence, you return to Sam from the far-away place you go to whenever you think of the past. Blinking rapidly you struggle to remember what you were saying, where you are. "Uh... right. Sorry. Spires." But the magic is gone, your eyes are clouded. The story has slipped away.
With a weary shrug you continue halfheartedly, feeling bad for drawing Sam in. "Didn't see anythin' past that, truth be told. I was so damn tired by that point I passed out. One'a the merfolk had to drag my sorry ass back to shore." You shrug apologetically, pulling your face into a half-smile of apology. "Not the most excitin' endin', I suppose."
you're a king and i'm a lionheart
ZEPH
