And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
Sam wasn't expecting such a strong reaction to his words; he watched helplessly as Ophelia clearly became distressed; he had thought he'd given good news, that the Voice didn't expect anything but yourself.
When they spoke though, the problem became more clear and it was one Sam understood deeply: a lack of self confidence. Shaking his head softly, Sam placed a hand on their arm and leaned in, trying to put his most comforting smile on his face as he promised: "You will be enough. Believe me." Touching a hand to his own chest, gesturing to himself, he gave a quiet chuckle. "The Voice thought me worthy, and I was only a shy bookseller with a stutter. Please, let me take you to her."
While he did still have his moments of doubt about his Goddess, but Sam still did think she had her benefits, and for small, quiet people without much to lose? She could provide strength, comfort, help, a family...it was hard to deny how useful she could be.
When they spoke though, the problem became more clear and it was one Sam understood deeply: a lack of self confidence. Shaking his head softly, Sam placed a hand on their arm and leaned in, trying to put his most comforting smile on his face as he promised: "You will be enough. Believe me." Touching a hand to his own chest, gesturing to himself, he gave a quiet chuckle. "The Voice thought me worthy, and I was only a shy bookseller with a stutter. Please, let me take you to her."
While he did still have his moments of doubt about his Goddess, but Sam still did think she had her benefits, and for small, quiet people without much to lose? She could provide strength, comfort, help, a family...it was hard to deny how useful she could be.
SAMUEL
