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

"You'll heal soon just keep still and low." The guy simply nods as Sams eyes dart around. There was so much going on all at once and she was exhausted. Just everything was hitting her like a top of bricks. Her movements were off but she was going to keep going. Firm Anima needed her, but all she wanted to do was get back to her love back home. The sooner that she got this done, the quicker she could do that. Getting to her feet and wiping sweat from her forehead, at the corner of her eye she seems Lium. That icon of his was bucking that crap out of her. Sam would have to ask about it later bec

Staring at Kage, that voice... It sounded so familiar, but not because of the voice itself. The way it was spoken, that tone. Sam had only heard it once before by only one person and ONLY in her dream that was not a just a night time scene. This confused her so much... Samantha stayed silent, though, taking out a black book that had a golden star right in the middle. Her book of notes, things that she thought were important or relevant to keep. Walking around this character with fangs, a tail, horns, the color, unlike anything that she had seen before. Unique, to say the least. Draughting down

Seeing nothing but white behind her eyes. The skin burning upon its surface as Sam collapsed to her knees the moment the woman let her go. Holding her head as she lets out a scream of what seemed like pain, but it was all in her head... A flash of Tuatha standing next to his body that lay upon the ground. With a flash of white light that body on the concrete was gone and it was just Tuatha there with an edgy looking smile. Samantha would smile back as her mind races to her parents, Sam was sitting in that chair as her parents stood above her, hovering watching her. That picture shatters, into

Glancing around quickly her weapon was out. Her eyes meet Celeste's, shaking her head in disagreement. Sam had yet to board the ship, was to busy putting soldiers on board. Passing one up to Lium as the ship starts to veer backwards from shore. Catching herself from falling of the ledge, as Celeste barks out to secure the ship. Taking a deep breath in a weird panic state like falling could have ended her life just like that. A hand to her chest, facing the battle scene again, chest racing. Disappearing into the crowd now to make sure she wasn't missing anyone. A scream and call out from

Looking at her map with a very displeasing look on her face. It was clear that whom ever or what ever ruminated in here from Morrighan was gone. Beginning to push back, she stands next to this man that followed her down. Pretty sure this man was coming down here anyway, Sam had just beaten him to the punch. Sam was also sure that they were not after the same things. A deep breath, as she thinks about what would happen if she left right now. As an O&I agent and an info broker, it was her duty to figure out information about things that others couldn't possibly know about. Sam would begin to

Rushing out of her house, Kat had just left to do her daily stuff. Sam has been so busy with everything, the front lines, Morrighan, Tuatha... Explaining to Kat why she had to wait just a little longer for the wedding, but the truth was, she didn't want to wait. After Kat had left Sam had realized that nothing had been done. No suit was bought, no decorations purchased. Sam hadn't even gone to the guild hall to do measurement for where things were going to be placed. Sam was in pure overwhelming panic mode. It had to be perfect, everything had to be perfect. Sam opens the door to their s

Thread Completion: 4724/30=157*5=785 Exp Sam: 785*8=6280 Exp 6280*.15=942 Col (Laurel Wreath) Katoka: 785*4=3140 Exp 3140*.15=471+400=871 Col (Laurel Wreath, page count)

Sam just giggles as she gets up as well. "So picking up your mess is my punishment, don't I do that anyway." A grin on her face teasing Kat a little. The remaining of the dishes were not hard to grasp. Setting them on the counter with the organized piles that were formed. Sam started to wash and rinse, handing them to Kat to dry. It was only fair that Sam took the more hands on job. "So, I know that I have been holding the wedding thing off for a while, but I have been going through some stuff. I feel like it's holding me back and I need to deal with it before I move forward with anything in m

"You are so cute when your mad," saying this with a small chuckle. Pulling Kat back to her lap, but is such a way that they were face to face. Holding her loves face softly in her hands, forehead against hers gazing into those beautiful eyes. "I am so sorry, I tried... I really tried to get a message out. It was back to back shit that just kept sending me else where. I am sorry..." lifting her head ever so slightly, as a tear falls down her cheek. Softly pressing her lips against Kat's. After a moment she pulls her into a hug. "I missed you so much, I thought about you every second I was gone.

Waking up yawning, unsure how long she was out. Glancing around frantically before she feels something warm against her chest. Somehow, Sam wound up laying the long way of the couch while her little Kitty Kat was cradled against her. A soft smile as Sam wraps her arms around the small frame. Sam really did want to talk, but she was just so tired when she got home. She was sure that Katoka got hardly any sleep either, they never did when they were away from each other that long. It was hard not to worry about one another when the stakes were that high on the board. Brushing the side of Kat