Oh all I ever wanted was
a life in your shape
"Mmm..honestly, it's often just to get it out of my own eyesight. I don't like tidying much." Sam had always failed at that bit of being a weird nerd; he'd had a habit of shoving things into the nearest crevice instead of sorting them since childhood and it had continued well into his increasingly neurotic adult years. Somewhere in there there was probably a metaphor about his messy thoughts and repressed traumas, but he didn't want to delve too deeply into that.
As for burning things in the street, he shook his head. "No, I actually care about my neighbours and I think they'd rather not be choked with smoke all day." With the amount of odd dramatic occurrences he'd had at his door in the last year, Sam was very interested in trying to up his status with those on his street. "...I've never had a marshmallow, actually. So I'd let you cook them however you thought best."
Things swiftly moved on from marshmallows though, as Edy did what she so often did: broke her cool, whimsical and sassy persona to deliver some soul-hitting truth. Sam blinked, looking at the things in his hands then up to the statue she held (it had been Evie's, once, he thought? He seemed to remember it on her windowsill). "I guess you're right. Throw it. I guess I'm keeping it because I feel like if I don't my family will be mad, but...my parents are dead. Evie is...somewhere, and Amalia is hardly close to me." With a sigh, he took the locket, shut it and lifted it over the bin too.
"There are some things I'd like to keep, like um, Remi gave me a golden feather once. Even though he's...on the Old God's side now, it still means something to me." Standing, he went to take the golden feather from it's place on his hearth. "I guess if he kills me I'd want someone to throw it away. I might be a little bitter then." His voice implied this was half a joke, though he couldn't quite get the smile to join it.
As for burning things in the street, he shook his head. "No, I actually care about my neighbours and I think they'd rather not be choked with smoke all day." With the amount of odd dramatic occurrences he'd had at his door in the last year, Sam was very interested in trying to up his status with those on his street. "...I've never had a marshmallow, actually. So I'd let you cook them however you thought best."
Things swiftly moved on from marshmallows though, as Edy did what she so often did: broke her cool, whimsical and sassy persona to deliver some soul-hitting truth. Sam blinked, looking at the things in his hands then up to the statue she held (it had been Evie's, once, he thought? He seemed to remember it on her windowsill). "I guess you're right. Throw it. I guess I'm keeping it because I feel like if I don't my family will be mad, but...my parents are dead. Evie is...somewhere, and Amalia is hardly close to me." With a sigh, he took the locket, shut it and lifted it over the bin too.
"There are some things I'd like to keep, like um, Remi gave me a golden feather once. Even though he's...on the Old God's side now, it still means something to me." Standing, he went to take the golden feather from it's place on his hearth. "I guess if he kills me I'd want someone to throw it away. I might be a little bitter then." His voice implied this was half a joke, though he couldn't quite get the smile to join it.
Keep my eyes on the road
As I ache
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
