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The book of love is long and boring
"I don't look sixteen, at least." Sam had aged since his Ascension, though it had stopped a couple of years ago - he understood it as a gift of sorts from the Voice, a way to let him reach adulthood despite his forced turn to her light. He would always look the way he had, but at least that was not a teenager. "When you're old and grey you might wish you had my face."
The mention of Amalia caused him to make a face, wrinkling up his nose and looking away from Evie. "Amalia doesn't like me very much." He commented, though he was sure that much was obvious to anyone that knew anything about the both of them - the dedicated disciple of the Old Gods and the shy Ascended; just sharing a guild was not enough to bring them together.
"Hm, I suppose. It...it isn't like how mother and father were, though. It doesn't have to be." He mused, staring down at his hands in his lap. Growing up his parents had seemed more like a reluctant pair of coworkers than a couple; that marriage could be something borne of true love was still something he was getting his head around.
The mention of Amalia caused him to make a face, wrinkling up his nose and looking away from Evie. "Amalia doesn't like me very much." He commented, though he was sure that much was obvious to anyone that knew anything about the both of them - the dedicated disciple of the Old Gods and the shy Ascended; just sharing a guild was not enough to bring them together.
"Hm, I suppose. It...it isn't like how mother and father were, though. It doesn't have to be." He mused, staring down at his hands in his lap. Growing up his parents had seemed more like a reluctant pair of coworkers than a couple; that marriage could be something borne of true love was still something he was getting his head around.
No one can lift the damn thing
