You learn to stand alone at last
So brave, and bold, and strong, and stout
Zeph reacted with a great amount of overacted offense and Sam froze with an awkward smile, unsure if he'd actually committed a social sin or not. "Well, was I right...?" He didn't think he could be that far off. Zeph had said he was older than himself and he didn't look to be older than 40. When the man continued to speak Sam shook his head and without thinking about it first, insisted: "You're not that old, and you're certainly handsome."
Immediately after hearing what he'd said his smile turned wide and embarrassed and then he looked down at his swinging feet, mentally chastising himself. He'd last seen Loren what, three weeks ago? He hadn't quite loved that man, not really, but he'd certainly had quite the affection for him. He'd sworn he wouldn't jump right into anything else again to himself; but this was just flirting (or at least, he thought they were flirting. He was so bad at this he wasn't entirely sure)...
Shaking himself from a long spiral about how many times the word 'handsome' needed to be exchanged for a conversation to be suggestive, he laughed quietly and pushed some hair behind his ear. "It's...I mean, I live there and I grew up there, so I'm fond of it. Outwardly, though, it's very dull in comparison to the scenery here. I mean..." Sam gestured wordlessly out to the ocean. "...We have fields and our buildings tend to be squat and small. The people...are very hardy, though. Determined, I suppose." He nodded, having found the right word.
"For a lot of my job for the council, I speak to Natural families that have lived in the Hollowed Grounds for years. They always have stories of hardships, of perseverance...there's a kind of stoicism there I don't see in other places." Realising he was rambling on a bit, Sam shook his head and laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not to say people aren't strong or brave here, sorry. I don't really have much experience with anywhere else, I suppose."
Immediately after hearing what he'd said his smile turned wide and embarrassed and then he looked down at his swinging feet, mentally chastising himself. He'd last seen Loren what, three weeks ago? He hadn't quite loved that man, not really, but he'd certainly had quite the affection for him. He'd sworn he wouldn't jump right into anything else again to himself; but this was just flirting (or at least, he thought they were flirting. He was so bad at this he wasn't entirely sure)...
Shaking himself from a long spiral about how many times the word 'handsome' needed to be exchanged for a conversation to be suggestive, he laughed quietly and pushed some hair behind his ear. "It's...I mean, I live there and I grew up there, so I'm fond of it. Outwardly, though, it's very dull in comparison to the scenery here. I mean..." Sam gestured wordlessly out to the ocean. "...We have fields and our buildings tend to be squat and small. The people...are very hardy, though. Determined, I suppose." He nodded, having found the right word.
"For a lot of my job for the council, I speak to Natural families that have lived in the Hollowed Grounds for years. They always have stories of hardships, of perseverance...there's a kind of stoicism there I don't see in other places." Realising he was rambling on a bit, Sam shook his head and laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not to say people aren't strong or brave here, sorry. I don't really have much experience with anywhere else, I suppose."
You learn somehow to like the dark, even love the doubt
SAMUEL
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