not so starry-eyed anymore
Samuel Wordsworth
Book maker/seller

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Samuel
ffilc a no denooram ,taob denrutpu na ni efil yM
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Nate's question seemed so bizarre that Sam nearly laughed, but he found that his mouth felt oddly dry and unable to making sounds for a moment. Did Nate not know what he'd done? That he'd broken his heart in the worst, most unforgivable way possible? Time passed, the wound was covered over, but he'd never stop feeling the twinge of sadness when he saw him. He'd been passed over, tossed away in favour of someone else.

Someone else that he really couldn't compete with, either.

The promise of 'no water' in a cup of tea sounded wrong, but Sam wasn't quite sure enough of his own memory to argue it; maybe it was possible to make tea without water. Maybe he'd done it before; it was hard to know. When the cup finally made it's way to him, he looked at the liquid suspiciously, swilling it around. "...Hm. No water, you promise?" Taking a sip, Sam decided it tasted sufficiently not like water to be acceptable.

"...I'm scared." He admitted a few drinks later, tucking his knees up close to his chest. "What if we don't get better?"
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Nate Wren
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NATE

No answer comes to his question, not that it matters much, Nate's own words melting away from his head as soon as he crosses into the threshold of the kitchen. His experiment tea takes longer than he expects, but it's presented to Sam with a kind of smug satisfaction, Nate's chest deflating just a touch with how long much time the other ascended spends looking it over. "Would I lie to you?" Nate rumbles, a crooked smile on his face. It's not exactly convincing, but it is the truth, a fact Sam seems to realise after his first sip.

Nate finds himself organizing while Sam sips at his drink, straightening things out in an order that only really made sense in his head. If he ever got over this, ever recovered from the sickness, he was going to lose his mind trying to find things.

He doesn't sit until Sam speaks again, drawing his cyclopean gaze up, his body moving to a chair without looking. "People don't just stay sick." Nate says, as if that settles things. He is the authority, after all. "You'll get better. Everyone will." This is softer, and almost easier to believe because of it, though Nate still refuses to include himself among the number of the ill.
So unscrew my head and rinse it out
Polish my thoughts, turn into doubts
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Samuel Wordsworth
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Samuel
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"Yes." Sam replied plainly, knowing full well Nate could (and had) lie...though he still sipped at the liquid in the cup he held, finding the familiar motion comforting in the midst of all the uncertainty and swimming, thick atmosphere around his head. He turned to look at Nate, about to say that he'd heard many a lie come from the man's mouth, when he saw something grotesque: Worms, thick and black, squirming around Nate's head, surrounding one silver tongue and no other recognisable human features.

Dropping the cup, spilling the last few drops on the couch, Sam scrambled off it and behind it. "What are you?!" He hissed, looking back to check on Nate: He was still covered in the pulsing leeches, the writhing mass consuming his entire head and now that Sam looked, they emerged in other places, popping out of his hands and snaking back in through his legs. "I keep -- I keep seeing your true self." Voice accusatory and scared, Sam stayed crouched behind the couch, all of Nate's comforts lost on him.
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Nate Wren
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NATE

Sams answer, and the immediate bluntness that it comes with, has Nate laughing, a bout of sudden hilarity gripping him. Of course he’d lie, he had before, though not ever about anything big, anything deeply important. Even if he planned on it, he hadn’t even lied about the affair. His chuckle fades to a thin giggle, a sound he can’t quite stop, even thoughts forgotten what had sparked it.

The cup dropping startled him, sends his head whipping up, around, long hair whipping with his head as he looked for whatever the threat was. Dark spots began to decorate the walls, the floors, some invisible splatter, but it wasn’t enough to alarm him, not really, not yet. Nate stood, as the other ascended scrambled, seeking safety behind the couch, more confused now that anything. ”Me? What am I?” He hadn’t changed, had barely moved. Sam must truly be sick, in the deepest throws of a hopefully temporary insanity. A slow, almost stumbling step was taken toward the couch, towards Sam, the doctor very suddenly feeling as if his body was heavy, as if it didn’t want to approach.

”My true self?” Another cough of laughter accompanied the words, Nate’s eyes narrowing. ”I tried to warn you earlier, you know!” It seems strange that it’s taken Sam so long to see past his masks, past his lies, but he had predicted it, long ago. After all, else could he be seeing?
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Samuel Wordsworth
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Samuel
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Nate's laugh was a sound of horror to Sam, each second of it sounding more and more like the hysteric laughter of an evil madman; it drove him to hide further behind the couch, Nate's question feeling less like confusion and more like mockery. Any time Sam dared to glance he wished he hadn't, the sight of the pulsing and squelching leeches consuming Nate's face too horrifying to look at for longer than a second.

"Don't come closer!!" He screamed, scrambling back from the couch to the far wall, pressing himself tight against it and holding up his hands as if they might somehow protect him against the advancing monster. "I'm sorry! Just let me go! I- I don't want to see it!" Eyes shut tight and panic clear in his strained voice, Sam desperately hoped for some kind of rescue.
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Sunjata Senzaok
the Flood
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SUNJATA
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He wakes to screaming. He doesn’t know when it started, doesn’t know how long it’s been going on. But there’s words that form within it, something that has him getting up, removing the blanket he’d wrapped himself in, spending a moment to realize that Nate isn’t in the room and letting the confusion of that spiral for a good few seconds.

But then, much like a trail, he follows the sound down the staircase, along the hallways corridor, realizing slowly that the screaming isn’t Nate and it’s something else. He can see his fiancé facing the wall, the space where the sounds come from, and with a bit of a chimeric feature to his body — horns sprouted and navy feathers flaring along his skin — he slides over to Nate’s side. “What…?” He’s asking as his arm slips around Nate briefly, spying Sam writhing on the floor like a frightened child.

What’s he doing here?” He asks, sinking into Nate’s side and resting his head along Nate’s shoulder — careful to not bump his head with the horns that spiral out from his own. He peers at Sam from where he stands, his arm protectively tight around Nate, not that he finds Sam to be a threat in normal circumstances, his fevered mind considers almost everyone a threat at the end of the day. His gaze drifts to Nate then, looking over what he can see from the space he’s placed his head just so he might ensure he wasn’t hurt. “Are you okay?
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Nate Wren
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NATE

Nate wishes he knew what was wrong with Sam, wishes he could see what the other man saw. There’s a prickle at the back of his neck, the dark spots in his vision growing quickly now, spreading and reaching for him. Closing his eyes, Nate shakes his head again, trying to clear it this time. ”Sam, I... you can-“ Words stop sharply, the stairs creaking snapping his head up, his eye open. Suspicion clouds his face, until the source of the sound reveals itself as Sunjata, and Nate relaxes immediately, sagging into the arm that wraps around him.

”I don’t...” But that’s a lie realization slapping him in the face before the words fully leave him. He does know what’s wrong with Sam. ”Sick! He’s sick, and... delusional.” Nodding along with his own words, and bumping his head on the horns so carefully arranged around him, Nate turns, smiling brightly at Sunjata. His hand comes up, fingers threading through navy feathers, stroking along them. ”I’m perfect Sunny. But he’s...” Nate turns to looks back at Sam again, a quiet grunt escaping him when he bumps his head again. ”Can you... can you try and talk to him? He keeps screaming.”
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