So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
Sam laughed, a little scandalised: he'd never met anyone who was into pain except himself, and he wasn't sure what he'd do if he did. Putting his own clothes on and going to reorganise his counter (thankfully, no ink had been split over his maps in the moment of passion, but plenty of his nick nacks had been moved), he let Milo go ahead and take the last of the tea, knowing there was always another pot coming.
His hands faltered however, stopped moving things back to their place, as Milo spoke on his 'differences'. Sam had to fight to keep tears from welling up in his eyes, so touched by the gentle words and consideration. He took in a breath as Milo held his jaw, shy but comfortable enough to look him in the eye and thank him.
Shortly after that he was gone, back out into the now stormless-sky, but the effects of the visit on Sam would remain for some time, the mapmaker smiling as he twirled his pen around in his fingers.
{FIN}
His hands faltered however, stopped moving things back to their place, as Milo spoke on his 'differences'. Sam had to fight to keep tears from welling up in his eyes, so touched by the gentle words and consideration. He took in a breath as Milo held his jaw, shy but comfortable enough to look him in the eye and thank him.
Shortly after that he was gone, back out into the now stormless-sky, but the effects of the visit on Sam would remain for some time, the mapmaker smiling as he twirled his pen around in his fingers.
{FIN}
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
