Shade in the Shadows

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam had a tendancy to isolate, to spend days entirely with himself and his own little world - less so now that he lived with Nate, but he still did not often read notices unless they were truly earth-shattering. "..She..can't just do that, can she? How many people is she planning to make Kings or Queens? Doesn't it...lose the point?" He wasn't sure if he fully understood what was going on. How they'd gone from essentially a dictator to a multi-monarchy in a matter of weeks was becoming difficult to comprehend. Provost, though...he had never liked leading. "Um. I'm not sure I know what's involved in being the Provost. I'm...I can't lead as well as Jigano can. He's much more confident than me." Sam pointed out, as if it were not painfully obvious. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.