Samuel
Amalia listed the ways he was like Evie and Sam thought they were rather...general things: he could see far easier the ways he and Amalia were alike. "Right, but you and I...we're both quiet and like stories, we are dedicated to our Goddesses, we are dedicated to our crafts - you're just as invested in your baking and your work for Safrin as we might be books or plants." It was a little awkward to say all this, but it was meant and he felt glad he was saying it. Now that he and Amalia were bound by the ties of family, it was important to bring attention to the connections between them.
He laughed at Amalia's statement and nodded. "That's a way to put it." It was surprising to think that she wasn't able to see it as a child, but he supposed they were able to keep up better appearances outside of the home.
It seemed Amalia found these awkward encounters as tiring as he did as she was quickly making her excuses to go; Sam just smiled and nodded, honestly glad they wouldn't be prolonging things longer than necessary at this stage. "Dinner. Wow, um, yes. Alright. I'll bring some wine." It had been a long time since he'd eaten anything close to an actual meal, but he didn't see why not. With the date agreed, he walked Amalia out of the Atheneum, wondering if this would someday be a memory of when things were distant.
{FIN}
He laughed at Amalia's statement and nodded. "That's a way to put it." It was surprising to think that she wasn't able to see it as a child, but he supposed they were able to keep up better appearances outside of the home.
It seemed Amalia found these awkward encounters as tiring as he did as she was quickly making her excuses to go; Sam just smiled and nodded, honestly glad they wouldn't be prolonging things longer than necessary at this stage. "Dinner. Wow, um, yes. Alright. I'll bring some wine." It had been a long time since he'd eaten anything close to an actual meal, but he didn't see why not. With the date agreed, he walked Amalia out of the Atheneum, wondering if this would someday be a memory of when things were distant.
{FIN}
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
