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The book of love is long and boring
Sam sat in the temple, eyes ringed red, staring forward.
He didn't even really know why he was there - he had decided to go for an evening walk when his thoughts were so claustrophobic in his house he felt they might choke him; but he had not at all meant to come here. After all it was in the temple where he had been scorned long ago by the Old Gods, hurt so. They were the cause of everyone's amnosity towards his people.
He stared at the altar, wondering why it was he had to be where he was, how he was. Why the Gods let bad things happen and good people get hurt. Why he was such an idiot, saying something like that to Remi-- Pushing his head down into his hands, he stared down at his shoes and considered whether or not he regretted ever leaving his little house and stall and actually talking to people.
Perhaps he had lost Remi, but he had still made friends elsewhere. Jigano, Nate (the thought of the man, his body over Sam's and his strong arms...it was distracting, so he did not linger on it) and...he realised with a sad sigh a lot of the first friends he'd made were now dead or in Ronin's case, soon to be. With a sigh he looked back up, so focused on the altar before him he did not pay attention to any other goings-on within the temple.
He didn't even really know why he was there - he had decided to go for an evening walk when his thoughts were so claustrophobic in his house he felt they might choke him; but he had not at all meant to come here. After all it was in the temple where he had been scorned long ago by the Old Gods, hurt so. They were the cause of everyone's amnosity towards his people.
He stared at the altar, wondering why it was he had to be where he was, how he was. Why the Gods let bad things happen and good people get hurt. Why he was such an idiot, saying something like that to Remi-- Pushing his head down into his hands, he stared down at his shoes and considered whether or not he regretted ever leaving his little house and stall and actually talking to people.
Perhaps he had lost Remi, but he had still made friends elsewhere. Jigano, Nate (the thought of the man, his body over Sam's and his strong arms...it was distracting, so he did not linger on it) and...he realised with a sad sigh a lot of the first friends he'd made were now dead or in Ronin's case, soon to be. With a sigh he looked back up, so focused on the altar before him he did not pay attention to any other goings-on within the temple.
No one can lift the damn thing
