And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
The one nice thing about Longnight (Sam was not sure he would count the parties as 'nice) was that he didn't have to limit when he went out. Usually, since the Voice had neutered his abilities, he was forced to remain inside during the day, the sun suddenly deadly once again. To be able to leave whenever he fancied to go and be with the ocean was a novelty and one he was using a lot, often going to read or just sit on the edge of the pier.
On this occasion he was reading some easy romance novel he'd found for cheap in Haulani, something that he could dip in and out of whenever: it featured a man and a woman, but he secretly tried to twist the words in his mind to imagine himself being held in a muscly pair of arms, maybe arms attached to a certain 'dock worker'...he placed the book down on his knees, dreamily sighing as he stared out over the ocean.
...Then, he heard a distinct 'plop!' as the book fell off his knees and into the sea; Sam watched over it with a face like a slapped fish.
On this occasion he was reading some easy romance novel he'd found for cheap in Haulani, something that he could dip in and out of whenever: it featured a man and a woman, but he secretly tried to twist the words in his mind to imagine himself being held in a muscly pair of arms, maybe arms attached to a certain 'dock worker'...he placed the book down on his knees, dreamily sighing as he stared out over the ocean.
...Then, he heard a distinct 'plop!' as the book fell off his knees and into the sea; Sam watched over it with a face like a slapped fish.
SAMUEL
