Seeds to Sow

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "I mean...um.." Sam struggled to put what he meant into words. Frey was a God he had been less interested in compared to the others, honestly. Sex had always been something he was a little embarrassed about until recently, and he had worried that somehow reading about them could have summoned them and he would have ended up doing something in the middle of the Atheneum. But before he could come out with a real answer he noticed the flush of Caiside's cheeks and the way he leaned in almost desperately. Now that was interesting. His desire to help Caiside dissolved as his want to find something out to judge him on grew. "...Y...you did meet them, d-didn't you? What happened? I c..could help you b-better if you t..told me. Tell you what you...sp-specifically did wrong." This was true enough, even if he was only using it as an excuse to hear more. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.