One Year Older and Wiser, Too (Sam et Dymphna)

[Denen Sunsinger]

Denen was shaking almost violently as he walked away. He couldn't look back over his shoulder, or to the family that called after him. He wasn't stopping, and he wasn't going back. His vision blurred slightly, causing him to stumble over uneven ground, but he walked on, clutching to Sam and Dymphna's hands for dear life. He did not stop walking until they were a suitable distance from the Pavilion, and when this distance had been reached, he released their hands and moved a short distance away. His thin hands raised up to his face, and he stood very still for a long while. He did not make a sound, not even a whimper. He simply stood there, trying to collect himself, to make some sense of the mess in his head at the moment. He was overwhelmed with adrenaline, and he couldn't make himself calm down. Too excited for tears, and yet utterly devastated. After a moment, he lowered his hands, and he turned to face them, lips drawn into a tight line. "I'm s-sorry," he whispered. "I didn't...I d-didn't think..." But he couldn't finish the thought. "C-Could...w-we-we go home?" His question was more a plea than anything, desperate for the comfort of their tiny Pavilion.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

Sam shot a quick glance at Dymphna as if she could telepathically inform him of the best course of action in this situation, but whatever he saw there, he realized that in order to be a man, let alone a leader, he would just have to do the right thing as he saw fit. It seemed easier when they were all touching, that primal need for human contact. This was his family, these two, Eldon, the horses. He put his arm around Denen and pulled him close, kissing his hair like a benediction, then took Dymphna's hand in his, giving her a squeeze. "Let's go home," he said, even if Dymphna wasn't allowed to sleep there yet.

[Dymphna]

“There’s no need to apologize for what you have no control over, Denen. I’m proud of you.” A tiny sigh of relief was let out at the mention of going home, though. Not that she’d called it home yet. She wasn’t even sure she viewed it as home yet. It was safer not to think of it that way in the event things didn’t pan out the way everyone hoped they would. She reached out to squeeze Denen’s wrist, offering him a warm smile lacking in any upset. She squeezed Sam’s hand, too. He’d taken hold of the situation, which she was also proud of.

[Denen Sunsinger]

End

[Mixcoatl]

The Lord of the Hunt is Pleased! The Lord of the Hunt showers you with gifts in joyous celebration! Denen Experience +1 Persuasion +1 Rhetoric Lore Falling over True friends Protective aunts Disapproving father I kissed a boy, and I liked it Lost a father, gained a family Sama'el Experience +1 Rhetoric Lore Tackled awake Gifting a best friend Bonds of affection Taking control of the situation Dymphna Experience +1 Brawling +1 Persuasion +1 Rhetoric Lore No concept of time Gifting a best friend Worried for a friend Proud of a friend Additional Notes: Bahaha, Dani's on the short end of the XP stick again! Cute, you guys. Love watching this little future marriage (don't lie to me ._.) develop. Questions? Comments? Concerns? PM me!