SAMUEL
Stretch out my life
And pick the seams out
Between the cold water on his fingers and a strange pinkish glow in the distance (when Sam focused, he could see large pink fish, lit by the moonlight, swimming just under the surface of the water - he would have to ask later), it took a couple of stones before Sam noticed the sound of the skipping over the water. Hearing the plop plop, he looked over to see a stone being consumed by a wave.
He followed the line of the throw back to the shore...and had to rub his eyes to make sure what he saw was real. The person skipping the stones looked like Remi. While it had been confirmed for him that the Alchemist was indeed alive, Sam had not thought he would see him again, had already begun to mourn for his friend and once-love; taken over by a rapturous, overwhelming excitement he scrambled to his feet and ran, feet unsteady and unused to sand but determinedly making progress forwards.
"Remi! It's you!!" He called as he attempted to pull his friend into a close hug; physical affection was a relatively new area of comfort for him, but there was no question of it here.
He followed the line of the throw back to the shore...and had to rub his eyes to make sure what he saw was real. The person skipping the stones looked like Remi. While it had been confirmed for him that the Alchemist was indeed alive, Sam had not thought he would see him again, had already begun to mourn for his friend and once-love; taken over by a rapturous, overwhelming excitement he scrambled to his feet and ran, feet unsteady and unused to sand but determinedly making progress forwards.
"Remi! It's you!!" He called as he attempted to pull his friend into a close hug; physical affection was a relatively new area of comfort for him, but there was no question of it here.
take what you like
but close my ears and eyes
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