Oh all I ever wanted was
a life in your shape
"I'll believe that when I see it." Sam replied dryly, unable to imagine any Ascended being a favourite of the star Goddess, who seemed to be bitter and hard to please towards those she did like, never mind those of the New Gods.
As for Amalia...he sighed and shook his head, momentarily forgetting to hold his pose and picking at the end of the chair arm, a troubled look on his face. "We've drifted too far apart. I don't think there's any going back now." Amalia had chosen her path, and him his, and they'd never be able to meet in the middle. He'd seen the look in her eyes on the beach, even through his illness fogged brain, and he knew what it had meant.
Unable to imagine fighting off monsters as 'exhilarating', Sam looked up to see Amun's expression, then laughed as he instead saw the streak of paint on his face. "Um, are you painting my hair?" He asked, unable to imagine another use for the bright orange. Happy that something had happened to distract from any conversation surrounding Amalia, he gladly lifted his glass and drunk from it, making an effort after that motion to shift back into his original pose.
"I honestly can't remember how I got caught up into it. ...There was a man there with us, an Ascended...he died, but I can't even remember his name." He sighed; there seemed to be no way to discuss his life without the conversation dipping into tragedies. "I ran away when it actually happened. I was scared...it was a lot, all at once, and I thought it was going to start a war. ...I still think it might, just...delayed."
As for Amalia...he sighed and shook his head, momentarily forgetting to hold his pose and picking at the end of the chair arm, a troubled look on his face. "We've drifted too far apart. I don't think there's any going back now." Amalia had chosen her path, and him his, and they'd never be able to meet in the middle. He'd seen the look in her eyes on the beach, even through his illness fogged brain, and he knew what it had meant.
Unable to imagine fighting off monsters as 'exhilarating', Sam looked up to see Amun's expression, then laughed as he instead saw the streak of paint on his face. "Um, are you painting my hair?" He asked, unable to imagine another use for the bright orange. Happy that something had happened to distract from any conversation surrounding Amalia, he gladly lifted his glass and drunk from it, making an effort after that motion to shift back into his original pose.
"I honestly can't remember how I got caught up into it. ...There was a man there with us, an Ascended...he died, but I can't even remember his name." He sighed; there seemed to be no way to discuss his life without the conversation dipping into tragedies. "I ran away when it actually happened. I was scared...it was a lot, all at once, and I thought it was going to start a war. ...I still think it might, just...delayed."
Keep my eyes on the road
As I ache
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
