Rebuilding What Was Lost

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Remi merely seemed embarrassed at the story of their intimacy in the temple, and Sam could hardly blame him for that: he was embarrassed of it too, as much as he had enjoyed it. As it always had been, Remi's magic was impressive, and Sam clapped his hands together as he watched the teacup reconstruct itself. He noticed the missing piece, thought it an apt metaphor for something he didn't quite know how to formulate in his mind, then took it into his hands. "You are...s-so skilled." It seemed that now that the initial story telling and awkwardness had passed, it was a little easier. He could marvel at Remi's magic, chat about other things. They were still awkward, new, a distance apart that he could physically feel, but... Sam looked at Remi. Across from him he looked so handsome, so sweet, everything he'd wanted yet a new person altogether. They'd taken a step forward. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.