Samuel
Wessex probably thought her stabbing joke was hilarious, but from Sam all she got was a polite smile that covered up a quite offended taken-aback stare. Maybe there was still a little work to do before they'd entirely understand each other. Anyway, in the interests of keeping their current peace going, he let it slide.
Her promise of working for him to make more books brought a more genuine smile of appreciation; Sam nodded and wrung his hands together, daring for a second to let himself imagine a future after the war where he could once again peacefully work on his craft. "Yes. I'll see you then. It was...nice, to talk to you." A bizarre sentence to leave his mouth for Wessex, but it was true.
With that said, all that was left to do was turn and head back to his shop, a slightly befuddled but not displeased expression on his face.
{FIN}
Her promise of working for him to make more books brought a more genuine smile of appreciation; Sam nodded and wrung his hands together, daring for a second to let himself imagine a future after the war where he could once again peacefully work on his craft. "Yes. I'll see you then. It was...nice, to talk to you." A bizarre sentence to leave his mouth for Wessex, but it was true.
With that said, all that was left to do was turn and head back to his shop, a slightly befuddled but not displeased expression on his face.
{FIN}
I was not ready for the road
I was so discontent to wear that heavy load
I was so discontent to wear that heavy load
