02-02-2020, 12:24 AM
Had Goldie and Sam shared stories of previous encounters, they would have found a similar story told in both times. Lost contact, and bullshit. Sam felt anger, bitter anger, but also fear, knowing that Dean could have found her in the end- or, never found her at all because they couldn't find her body, or- no, the possibilities were too great. The vision that was missing would go unheard, and for quite the while as well. She exhaled softly, raising her eyebrows at Goldie. She wasn't entirely sure that was a true statement, of course. Handling it, and actually managing to fly for that long without getting injured or crash landing seemed to be two different things that she couldn't handle sometimes. Hell, she had stopped at Tangle just because she had been flying too much and too often.
All Sam had were some minor doubts about Goldie's health. Her stomach did flips when Goldie spoke, and she cleared her throat. She nodded a tiny bit, as if she was in a panic, leaning her head back with another clearing of her throat. "If.. if you say so." She responded in a quiet murmur, as if she was suddenly afraid someone would see them, or hear them. Public stance, for Sam, meant a hard face with a quick to pick up friendship kind of personality. She was an asshole, but then again, so was most of Tanglewood in their own little way. When Goldie started to move, her paws moved on their own, wrapping around Goldie's neck gently and her head pressing in because, fuck, Sam didn't know what else to do with it.
That's exactly when the jitters got to Sam. Just friends, she told herself, we're just friends. Going for a walk. She's carrying me there because I can't walk that far, just a bit weak for that. Her heart was beating too hard, for just a walk, she remarked to herself. A tiny noise came from the doe-cat, before she picked up her head, shaking the antlered cranium a little bit to try and center herself. She huffed gently, laying her cheek against the backside of Goldie's neck. "Jus' don't drop me and I won't have to." She piqued gently in return, knowing that if the silence started to stretch on, Sam wouldn't forgive herself.
"SPEECH"
All Sam had were some minor doubts about Goldie's health. Her stomach did flips when Goldie spoke, and she cleared her throat. She nodded a tiny bit, as if she was in a panic, leaning her head back with another clearing of her throat. "If.. if you say so." She responded in a quiet murmur, as if she was suddenly afraid someone would see them, or hear them. Public stance, for Sam, meant a hard face with a quick to pick up friendship kind of personality. She was an asshole, but then again, so was most of Tanglewood in their own little way. When Goldie started to move, her paws moved on their own, wrapping around Goldie's neck gently and her head pressing in because, fuck, Sam didn't know what else to do with it.
That's exactly when the jitters got to Sam. Just friends, she told herself, we're just friends. Going for a walk. She's carrying me there because I can't walk that far, just a bit weak for that. Her heart was beating too hard, for just a walk, she remarked to herself. A tiny noise came from the doe-cat, before she picked up her head, shaking the antlered cranium a little bit to try and center herself. She huffed gently, laying her cheek against the backside of Goldie's neck. "Jus' don't drop me and I won't have to." She piqued gently in return, knowing that if the silence started to stretch on, Sam wouldn't forgive herself.
"SPEECH"
LEND ME YOUR HAND AND
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO