By Christ, you are delectable
So hop up on to this pedestal
Wine for Deimos and Evie was poured, Sam wondering if their desire for alcohol was a casual want or a desperate ask for some kind of distraction. It was sad, but they were hardly a natural family: awkward tension rolled off everyone's shoulders in the room. Thankfully, just as he was pouring her some water, Amalia began a conversation. After getting himself a glass (more for appearances than anything else), Sam sat down, passing about the drinks.
When he actually heard what she'd said though, he almost froze. Was Amalia hinting that she knew already? Unable to tell if her comment was genuine or a veiled implication, he took a moment to answer, listening to Evie first and smiling, though it quickly fell. "Um...well, it's not too bad. There's plenty of shade and I can stay in the house or my shop most of the day. I used to spend weeks in the Atheneum." He laughed, though it wasn't really a laughing matter, given he was usually there to hide from his family or the outside world at large.
"How was your wedding?" He asked, trying to change the subject, as he looked up to Deimos first then Amalia.
When he actually heard what she'd said though, he almost froze. Was Amalia hinting that she knew already? Unable to tell if her comment was genuine or a veiled implication, he took a moment to answer, listening to Evie first and smiling, though it quickly fell. "Um...well, it's not too bad. There's plenty of shade and I can stay in the house or my shop most of the day. I used to spend weeks in the Atheneum." He laughed, though it wasn't really a laughing matter, given he was usually there to hide from his family or the outside world at large.
"How was your wedding?" He asked, trying to change the subject, as he looked up to Deimos first then Amalia.
I’ll stick you up in pride of place
SAMUEL
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