Deliver Us

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — As much as Sam hated Longnight, he had almost been dreading the end of it this year. Because he had known that when the sun came out again, he would have to go to visit The Voice with Rexanna and face the potential wrath his Goddess might have for him. At least he would be able to clear his conscience as far as Rexanna was involved if she was healed, but he still found himself shaking with fear as he stood at the entrance to the underground caves. Bastien was bringing Rexanna. Sam was secretly glad for this, as much as he knew he was very much in the man's bad books right now. It meant there was someone else there to help if it all went wrong, someone else to lead them. He had never been good at making decisions or being in charge and that had definitely caused at least some of the disaster in his Longnight mission. Stamping his feet to try and beat out the cold, he waited, wondering if he would come out of the cave again at the end of the meeting. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.