You can only go so far flying solo. You know, I really didn't mind. Staying grounded, that is. But… there's so much to see, isn't there? So much more to do than lament days long past. You don't think I'll dare to try and take you with me?
[ … Brief flights of fancies could still be considered flights nonetheless. In a manner of speaking, Sampo's 'getting away of a little while' could be it. He's a little over reaching newer and newer heights. Once upon a time, that thought might've made him more bitter; dig deep enough, and he might still be. Regardless, while he might not reach every height himself, not in in this lifetime, there is something to be said for making the heights they could reach count.
Aggravating as it may be, there's the pending valuation in not reaching them alone. Even the depths they'd achieved… in retrospect, were they truly so bad? Yikes. ]
Unless you were personally planning to keep me warm yourself, I'll freeze. [ He snorts, just as mirthful, eyes narrowing as those hands stray lower and lower. ] And so you say, so you say. I dunno know, man! Do you have a different definition of 'no time flat,' or what? I'm still as dressed—or underdressed—as you found me. Should I give you a hand?
[ by like… turning around and giving Sampo access to the drawstrings of his gown. cheeky. he's laughing, but if Sampo chooses to go along with the bit, he will get an unobstructed view of… well. The true damage from Brașov that isn't the scar tissue above his heart, in the increased number of neat rows of crystals crossing his back.
Maybe that's the point: the showing not telling. But Elysium isn't the type to let him or others be dragged into weighty notions either. ]
My bag, on the chair in the corner. Clothes are in there. [ Stripping or no. Make yourself useful, bro. ]
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[ … Brief flights of fancies could still be considered flights nonetheless. In a manner of speaking, Sampo's 'getting away of a little while' could be it. He's a little over reaching newer and newer heights. Once upon a time, that thought might've made him more bitter; dig deep enough, and he might still be. Regardless, while he might not reach every height himself, not in in this lifetime, there is something to be said for making the heights they could reach count.
Aggravating as it may be, there's the pending valuation in not reaching them alone. Even the depths they'd achieved… in retrospect, were they truly so bad? Yikes. ]
Unless you were personally planning to keep me warm yourself, I'll freeze. [ He snorts, just as mirthful, eyes narrowing as those hands stray lower and lower. ] And so you say, so you say. I dunno know, man! Do you have a different definition of 'no time flat,' or what? I'm still as dressed—or underdressed—as you found me. Should I give you a hand?
[ by like… turning around and giving Sampo access to the drawstrings of his gown. cheeky. he's laughing, but if Sampo chooses to go along with the bit, he will get an unobstructed view of… well. The true damage from Brașov that isn't the scar tissue above his heart, in the increased number of neat rows of crystals crossing his back.
Maybe that's the point: the showing not telling. But Elysium isn't the type to let him or others be dragged into weighty notions either. ]
My bag, on the chair in the corner. Clothes are in there. [ Stripping or no. Make yourself useful, bro. ]