In the beginning there was Darkness

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam did notice the way The Voice looked upon Wessex with much fonder eyes, felt a strange shame in himself for it. He'd known he was not the favourite of the Ascendeds, but he had not seen such blatant evidence of it before. Stepping back a little to let Wessex lead the questions, he only stayed for interest of what the book held. He nervously watched the way Maea was reached towards, but as it did not end badly he looked away in relief. "Yes, we...we hoped you might be able to read it." He lamely added onto the end of Wessex's explanation, beginning to feel a bit like a spare part. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.