Make It All Better

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — The Voice's gentle reprimand found it's mark, Sam feeling a hot shame spread over him. He bowed his head and sighed, blinking away tears from the side of him that so wished for the potential of peace. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just...do not like to fight. It's hard for me, to want to hurt people. It's my own weakness, I...I should not push it onto your matters." This said he reached out to touch his Goddesse's hand. "Thank you. For the healing, and...everything." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.