Sam

Sam had gotten up from the floor now, dish in hand, looking at her soon to be wife in full on panic mode. Sam simply smiles, "We will send the messages and even if one only shows, it will be the best damn night of our lives." Walking quickly to the sink and setting the dish in hot water, "I hope that they can come but it is late and we only have the day after tomorrow. I want you, and to me even if no one shows, being next to you in a dress that is only half as beautiful as you are is the only thing that matters to me." Sam wanted this to be perfect but it was looking like it was going to be o

A sigh of relief rolls over her entire being, Kat still wanted this as much as she did and it made her realize that this could be fixed. That damage she cause was redeemable, and whether Katoka wanted it or not, Sam was going to spoil the hell out of her. Taking the ring from the tiny box, setting the box on the table, Sam takes her left hand softly to her lips with a small kiss and places that ring on her finger. Grasping Kat's face in both her hands, gently pulling the woman into a kiss... Overwhelming feeling that hasn't shown in some time came back to the surface, as her right hand sl

Listening to the love of her life speak, Kat wasn't wrong about anything that was said. The minute the woman walked through the door, Sam was thinking the worst. Name calling, taking a break, hell even getting punched and she would have deserved every bit of it. Sam now realized that all that was speaking very low of her fiancé. "I have never loved someone before, I know that's no excuse, but it's true." Sitting at one of the chairs staring at the dish she rushed to make just hoping that it was good enough. "Everyday that I wasn't talking to you, I wanted so badly to say something, but didn't

It was dark in the house and all the lit the surrounding area was the candles set on the table. Kat walked past her sitting on the couch, it was obvious that she wasn't seen. "I was stupid," pausing and getting up from where she was planted. Not looking directly at Kat, "I know why I was so mad now." Sitting at one of the chairs as her love's face glows within the low lit light. "I didn't want you to join the raid because I almost died in the last one." Remembering her health getting too low for comfort, "I didn't want to see the same fate for you." Hearing a stomach growl that wasn't hers thi

Ping, Ping, Ping... Messages from Simmonè were blowing up her HUD. Sam hadn't been to the shop for weeks. Spending most of her days just wondering the fields around the guild hall. For now, sitting in her bed, sheets pulled up staring at the band in her hands. I really don't want to wait, but this has to be perfect recalling a memory just weeks after the last floor boss had been dealt with. "Why does she want to go..." Gripping that band in fists pulled up to her lips. Tears dripping down her face, "Why won't she listen..." sniffling, Sam knew that Kat was going to be here soon. For month

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Setting her other clothing over one of the chairs that were pushed against the walls. Sam was curious to where that large, table was. You really couldn't just hide it in another room, it was longer than most rooms in the building. Clearing her throat with a nervous chuckle. "Yea see I almost did get out." Pulling her dress down before sitting on that same chair. "I managed to reverse his decision after unintentionally bad talking about his work, he actually told me to get the hell out..." Sam's eyes narrow a bit setting her hands on her very thin clothed knees. "I pretty much called myself ret

Sam quickly grabs her other clothing off the ground and scampers out. Sam was a bit sad that the dude didn't like her, but she understood why. Sam didn't listen to what Simmonè had to say about him. Not the best first impression, but for her that was usually the case. Opening to door, looking back at the man. "Thank you," she says quietly, he may of not been able to hear her from the disturbing laughter, but she meant it. Exiting after Curbi finds the door, shutting it, Sam takes a minute to look at herself. Being completely awed by how fast and precise he was. True definition of a fine artist

Knowing that was oddly comforting, closing her eyes as he worked. "I am the same with girls,"saying with a slight twitch with every marker touch. Taking a deep breath, she was trying to stay still but it sort tickled. Opening her eyes in a squint now, watching him work. It seemed as though he had a real passion for this stuff. Holding her breath to see if it helps her to stop moving. Eyes move to Curbi as he scrambles behind the table out of Sam's view. "Do you think there is anything you can do with him. I will pay extra." Raising her arms for other measurements, it was clear that Sam had nev

-What the hell did I get myself into- Sam thinks to herself with a glare toward the man. Sam without taking her eyes off him, starts to unbutton her long coat. The only time Sam took it off was with Kat and even then it was only in their home. Even though Sam was tall and pick thin, she still didn't feel comfortable with her body. Sam's chest was above normal, they seemed to grow with her body. Setting her coat on the floor next to her feet. Pulling her shirt off and pants throwing them to the side as well, Sam was left with the bare minimum. Glaring at the man still, she swore that if he trie

"God wait please," Sam pushes her lips together. Why does she fuck everything up when she speaks... "I didn't mean..." Sam gives a sigh as her nerves began to get the best of her... "You're right, I am really sorry." Sam's narrows her eyes in discomfort. "Simmonè sent me here because she knew that I needed serious work. I mean, look at me... I have no knowledge of beauty because I never had a reason to. I am computer smart not all this." Taking a deep breath with a slow exhale. "I mean I wanted to wear a suit for my wedding... That says it all of what I truly know about the extraordinary work

Hands behind her back, intertwined with one another. Seeing this magnificent creation, she walks carefully toward it. Circling it, observing it, "Hmm..." Sam steps back a bit with a smirk on her face. Hearing that voice made her on edge, but right now Sam didn't have time for that stuff. "I hope it's not for a wedding, it looks a bit plain for one, but I could be very wrong. I do not dabble in the arts like you obviously do. It is a beautiful piece though." Sam knew that Simmonè told her to be on her best behavior but she couldn't help it. Couldn't figure out if Sam was testing this man or if

Taking the slip of paper, glancing down at it. When it sounded like she was going to start heading out, Sam quickly says "Wait, what about...a name..." and Simmonè was gone. Glancing back down at the card in a little confusion, Sam sees Curbi at the corner of her eye trying to sneak away. -Tap, tap, tap- The familiar slow walks away from her, Sam chuckles a little, "Don't think you are getting out of this. If I need to wear a dress, then you get to be all dolled up too. -Taptaptaptap- a faster pace now trying to get away. Sam runs in his direction and dives, catching him her her arms. The ches

"Oii, that is a lot of things," as she began to count on her fingers. "Fine no pants," saying as she puts the ring back into the case and slips it into her pocket. "So the most important thing that I feel like is going to take the greater amount of time is the dress," blekk... A noise from her mouth, closing her eyes. "I am not one for the long flashy crap, plus I would need to find something that fits my size. Tall remember..." giving a sigh, locking eyes with the woman. "I don't even know of ANYWHERE that would sell that sorta stuff. A face cover thingy, shoes with heels. OH GOD am I going t

"Simmonè, thank god," saying as she puts all that stuff back into the drawers they came from as neat as she could. "Simmonè, I really really really need your help. I told Katoka that she had to wait just a little longer for the wedding but I didn't tell her why." Following to where that voice was, as Sam picks up a cloth from the counter. Opening that small case, leaning against the wall beside Simmonè. "Were you still interested in being my Maid Of Honor. If so you have a lot of work to do... On me..." Sam knew what she was asking. This meant so many things on a huge different level than she