Samuel
Amalia's starry description of Deimos made Sam smile; it seemed she saw a different, softer side of the man than others did. "I'm glad you have him. He...he's quiet, but he was nice to me, a couple of Deepfrosts ago." Back then he'd been so bad at speaking to people those that had shown him patience had stuck especially in his mind.
As for himself? "Oh, um..no, well..sort of? It's complicated. I'm...casually seeing Loren, but not anything with a name to it." He held up his hands, not wanting Amalia to get the impression he was in anything like a committed relationship with the Summoner. It still felt odd to describe the arrangement, Sam long having been a romantic, but that was how it was.
Standing up to guide her downstairs, he shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, for anyone, really. I'm sure there are plenty of Naturals who don't know about our plantlife around here too." He hadn't known that much prior to researching the book.
Walking down the stairs, they would come to a table covered in pages, ink, tools, everything a bookbinder could need - and in the middle, a closed, finished tome with a careful pattern of leaves intertwining with stems cut into the leather. "Here. It..took me a few months." He told her, suddenly a little anxious about showing his work.
As for himself? "Oh, um..no, well..sort of? It's complicated. I'm...casually seeing Loren, but not anything with a name to it." He held up his hands, not wanting Amalia to get the impression he was in anything like a committed relationship with the Summoner. It still felt odd to describe the arrangement, Sam long having been a romantic, but that was how it was.
Standing up to guide her downstairs, he shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, for anyone, really. I'm sure there are plenty of Naturals who don't know about our plantlife around here too." He hadn't known that much prior to researching the book.
Walking down the stairs, they would come to a table covered in pages, ink, tools, everything a bookbinder could need - and in the middle, a closed, finished tome with a careful pattern of leaves intertwining with stems cut into the leather. "Here. It..took me a few months." He told her, suddenly a little anxious about showing his work.
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
