I WAS AN ISLAND / proposal

[deimos]

Sleep, recently, wasn't an escape anymore. Whether or not that was a good or bad thing, it was a strange concept to try and figure out. Between the drama of children and Marina, and the chasing thoughts of the Grey, sleep felt restless. But, in her waking hours, there was a light. And almost as if on cue, as gentle thoughts brushed her mind, words pierced her outer shell and caused her eyes to squint open. Her head lifted gently, and a soft huff came from her as her nose pressed against Goldie where it could.

Had Sam any idea what was about to happen, she would have reconsidered sitting there for a long moment. It wasn't that she would say no, no, it wasn't that. It was the fear of the unknown, the simple understand she had never been there. She'd been through boyfriends like they were french fries, but marriage was a whole new subject. "Always comfy out here." She replied, her own wing reaching up and tugging Goldie in a bit closer, sitting up herself with a soft huff.

However, her next words made Sam pause and her eyebrows lift, looking towards her. "About what?" She questioned softly, her body shifting a bit. Restless, Sam typically grew, in the face of these kinds of discussions.

"SPEECH"

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