Oh all I ever wanted was
a life in your shape
"She's gotten everything off her chest. Sometimes...sometimes you can't fix things, and instead of bothering people by going after them all the time, I think I need to learn to let them be." Sam was clearly troubled by this realisation, but it was something that had been in his mind for a while now; he used to go chasing desperately for approval, and part of working on himself had to be cutting the habit down.
This was all however, very depressing chatter for a date. "I don't...really want to talk about it. It's complicated, and there's some things that you..um...don't know." That hopefully Amun would never know, or at least not for a long time. Letting out a silent sigh at the odd tension in the air now, Sam tried to move along, hoping that Amun's easy nature would benefit the conversation more than his own awkward way of things.
"It's just that you seem to have painted my hair on yourself." Sam laughed, pointing to his own forehead in the spot where Amun had the orange smudge, glad for something to distract from the topic of Amalia. "I'd rather you didn't paint me bald. That's one of the things I'm glad won't happen, being Ascended." It seemed they were going to manage to make it out of awkward subjects so he relaxed a little more into the pose, unawares of it growing more natural as he was conscious of it less.
Amun's faith in the Ascended was comforting, in a way; Sam had never been able to possess it himself. "You arrived here Ascended, didn't you? Most Outlanders that arrived Ascended struggle a lot with it. You seem to like it."
This was all however, very depressing chatter for a date. "I don't...really want to talk about it. It's complicated, and there's some things that you..um...don't know." That hopefully Amun would never know, or at least not for a long time. Letting out a silent sigh at the odd tension in the air now, Sam tried to move along, hoping that Amun's easy nature would benefit the conversation more than his own awkward way of things.
"It's just that you seem to have painted my hair on yourself." Sam laughed, pointing to his own forehead in the spot where Amun had the orange smudge, glad for something to distract from the topic of Amalia. "I'd rather you didn't paint me bald. That's one of the things I'm glad won't happen, being Ascended." It seemed they were going to manage to make it out of awkward subjects so he relaxed a little more into the pose, unawares of it growing more natural as he was conscious of it less.
Amun's faith in the Ascended was comforting, in a way; Sam had never been able to possess it himself. "You arrived here Ascended, didn't you? Most Outlanders that arrived Ascended struggle a lot with it. You seem to like it."
Keep my eyes on the road
As I ache
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
