ˋ 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺 ᴬᴺᴰ 𝔇𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝒀 .ᐟ

[ apology gently grasps his head at the temples and 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘴 sideways , curiosity and confusion . gift hiden safely under floch's sleeve , samuel's hands find relaxed refuge in the pockets of his loose pants , fingers idly plucking strands of thread . ] what are you

[ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 , he thinks . perfect cosmic coincidences happened in order for the stone to form , and those same perfect coincidences made the two men's meeting possible . he grasps the wrist , bringing it up to his face — lips meeting

[ like reading an encyclopedia , the attention fixed on the piece of himself tied around his ankle that survived everything , even time itself . hand lets go of pant leg , then tends to untying a beaded bracelet on the wrist , the stones a deep black . ] in a way , yes . but

[ those words shouldn't be associated with his brave mother , but the anger quickly exits with a long sigh . floch's curiosity is earnest , and he is here not to judge , but to learn . ] it's both something i can carry with me until i die , to remember her and my roots ,

[ as if living proof wasn't right in front of him , standing adorned in layers of fabric and clinking beads . how does one compress mythology and history of an entire culture into a few sentences , an impossible task . ] when i was born , my mama tied a small charm

[ laughter softening , the embarrassment on other's face bringing up a strange sort of softness within — almost like a child throwing a red - faced tantrum after being teased . ] hey , come back . . . c'mon . there's some truth to it . the jewelry , at least — amulets ,