But the loneliness never left me
I always took it with me
It seems that Sam has even more trauma to unload, though how one man can have borne so much and still be as sweet as he is utterly mystifies you. Never would you have expected an offering of alcohol to lead to this- but then, you have come to only expect the unexpected, when it involves your houseguest.
The firelight dances off Sam's face as he speaks, casting shadows that echo the dark edges of his words. The sister (who you have incorrectly assumed to be the only sister, and ascribed many conglomerated qualities to, something this author finds amusing) a glory-hound, the parents disapproving and abusive. The search for improvement, power, as though somehow he was lacking, not enough as he was. You reach a hand out to set on his knee, staring up with affection and anger for his plight. "Fuck, Red," you breathe out softly, a world of sentiment in those two words.
His last revelation makes you blink in confusion for a moment, not sure what he could mean. Then your eyes widen in understanding, your mouth briefly making an 'O' before shutting again. It explains a lot in retrospect: his diminutive size, his slender features, his insecurity. "An' a handsome man at that," you announce softly but earnestly, squeezing at his knee before taking the bottle back.
You hold it between your hands for now, unsure of what else to do. "Well... seems awful rude t'drink alone, but I s'pose it's what I'm destined for." Yeah, you can't handle much more of this without a pull of rum. Raising the bottle to your lips you take a healthy swig before setting it back down.
The firelight dances off Sam's face as he speaks, casting shadows that echo the dark edges of his words. The sister (who you have incorrectly assumed to be the only sister, and ascribed many conglomerated qualities to, something this author finds amusing) a glory-hound, the parents disapproving and abusive. The search for improvement, power, as though somehow he was lacking, not enough as he was. You reach a hand out to set on his knee, staring up with affection and anger for his plight. "Fuck, Red," you breathe out softly, a world of sentiment in those two words.
His last revelation makes you blink in confusion for a moment, not sure what he could mean. Then your eyes widen in understanding, your mouth briefly making an 'O' before shutting again. It explains a lot in retrospect: his diminutive size, his slender features, his insecurity. "An' a handsome man at that," you announce softly but earnestly, squeezing at his knee before taking the bottle back.
You hold it between your hands for now, unsure of what else to do. "Well... seems awful rude t'drink alone, but I s'pose it's what I'm destined for." Yeah, you can't handle much more of this without a pull of rum. Raising the bottle to your lips you take a healthy swig before setting it back down.
but I can put it down
in the pleasure of your company
ZEPHYR
Base Code by Sky!
