Samuel
So if you're lost along the way
And if you're thinking that will always be the case
And if you're thinking that will always be the case
When Sam had sent the letter to Remi, he hadn't even known where it was he was living at the moment, if the letter would even find something like a home in the right man's hands. Practical concerns aside, he didn't know if he'd ever get a response, even if it did get to him; he was asking a Demi God to work with an Ascended on a project that was near-blasphemous, considering who you asked, and they had a colourful past together.
But somehow, like things seemed to be doing recently, it had worked out. Sam didn't trust it, all these things working out. He felt like he was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The morning of the day Remi was meant to arrive he cleaned his shop from top to bottom, more for something to do with anxious hands than from a concern for presentability. Unfortunately, that had only taken a couple of hours, so then he'd had a cup of tea, practiced his calligraphy, repaired a leather cover - and Remi still wasn't there, the sun barely high in the sky.
Sam had resigned himself then to sitting at the counter as he usually did, but staring at the door with perhaps a little too much intensity, especially with the Ascended tendency not to move when at rest; lost in thought, he ran through a million ways the meeting could go, from the boring to the horrible to yes, the erotic, though he quickly dismissed those ideas. Mostly, he just hoped he wasn't going to end up as a present for Ludo.
But somehow, like things seemed to be doing recently, it had worked out. Sam didn't trust it, all these things working out. He felt like he was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The morning of the day Remi was meant to arrive he cleaned his shop from top to bottom, more for something to do with anxious hands than from a concern for presentability. Unfortunately, that had only taken a couple of hours, so then he'd had a cup of tea, practiced his calligraphy, repaired a leather cover - and Remi still wasn't there, the sun barely high in the sky.
Sam had resigned himself then to sitting at the counter as he usually did, but staring at the door with perhaps a little too much intensity, especially with the Ascended tendency not to move when at rest; lost in thought, he ran through a million ways the meeting could go, from the boring to the horrible to yes, the erotic, though he quickly dismissed those ideas. Mostly, he just hoped he wasn't going to end up as a present for Ludo.
You'll make a sucker's prayer
Just go and leave it that-a-way
Just go and leave it that-a-way
