When everything and everyone
Becomes my enemy
While he was in the Grounds to visit the Voice's shrine, Sam decided to go for a walk around Sanctuary: with Amalia and Deimos still in Torchline as far as he knew, it seemed safe enough to show his face; things were settled with Wessex and as for Evie...he liked to think his own sister wouldn't actually murder him in the streets. Hoped so, anyway.
It was nice to see old faces at the market, though he stayed far back enough to not be recognised, covering himself with a long hood when he caught any eyes. It was odd, finding that he so quickly felt like he didn't belong in somewhere he had lived for the first 27 years of his life, but he found himself excited to get home...which was Torchline, now.
Still, he didn't know when the next time he would be in Sanctuary was, so he went to look at the site of his old bookstore. It had not yet been replaced with anything else and the sign still hung over the door: peering inside (he'd left the keys at the town hall to be collected when someone bought the place) he could see the stairs, the shelves, just how he'd left it.
A hooded figure peering into a shop at night mostly likely looked very suspect indeed, the opposite of not grabbing attention, but he was too caught up in memories and confused nostalgia to notice.
It was nice to see old faces at the market, though he stayed far back enough to not be recognised, covering himself with a long hood when he caught any eyes. It was odd, finding that he so quickly felt like he didn't belong in somewhere he had lived for the first 27 years of his life, but he found himself excited to get home...which was Torchline, now.
Still, he didn't know when the next time he would be in Sanctuary was, so he went to look at the site of his old bookstore. It had not yet been replaced with anything else and the sign still hung over the door: peering inside (he'd left the keys at the town hall to be collected when someone bought the place) he could see the stairs, the shelves, just how he'd left it.
A hooded figure peering into a shop at night mostly likely looked very suspect indeed, the opposite of not grabbing attention, but he was too caught up in memories and confused nostalgia to notice.
There's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
