#samtheshocker

“ There are so many attractive people on the Island, Jax, Brittany, Colin, Blanca Sam, are the ones that come to mind.

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“I never should have fucking quit smoking…”

It seemed that, rather than waking up at all hours of the morning, he just wouldn’t sleep instead. Perhaps he’d just take walks to stay out of the land of Nod, and that way he’d not have to deal with the bullshit that was his dreams. Who the fuck decided that fever dreams were a good idea when he wasn’t sick? And even worse, who said it was a good idea to have them centered around this godforsaken place? Sometimes he hated being a supernatural creature, because everything had some mystical meaning that he had to decipher. And there’s no way that dreams that called to this place could be anything but - so here he was, sleep-deprived, Del-deprived, and sanity-deprived, back on this hellhole of an island.

“And I’ll say it again, I never should have quit smoking…”

He plopped down on a bench, feeling along its back to see if he actually had the right bench. No carving. “Damn, and I thought I could find it first try…ah well…” Tilting his head up to the sky, he let out a drawn-out sigh and got to humming.

It couldn’t be... Qhuinn had been crossing the quad with Remus when suddenly the Samoyed stopped and looked up at her with a small whimper. At first she just gazed back down, confused, till it all seemed to hit her at once. The scent, the voice. The sight of him, searching the bench as if feeling around for a carving. Their carving, the one that they had done seemingly decades ago to seal their bond as The Fox and the Wolf. That memory, as well as so many others, flooded back to her as she nudged Remus into action and moved forward.

“No..it’s the one over there. More under the tree” Qhuinn spoke up as she finally moved closer, eyes round and already misting over at the sight of him. He was as handsome as ever, but something was..different. Brushing it off as just seeing him again after so long, she shook her head and closed the distance between them, sitting on the bench and not hesitating a moment before wrapping her arms around him tightly.

“Hi” she giggled breathlessly, pressing her face into his neck as Remus jumped around them for attention. “I’m not dreaming am I?”

“I never should have fucking quit smoking…”

It seemed that, rather than waking up at all hours of the morning, he just wouldn’t sleep instead. Perhaps he’d just take walks to stay out of the land of Nod, and that way he’d not have to deal with the bullshit that was his dreams. Who the fuck decided that fever dreams were a good idea when he wasn’t sick? And even worse, who said it was a good idea to have them centered around this godforsaken place? Sometimes he hated being a supernatural creature, because everything had some mystical meaning that he had to decipher. And there’s no way that dreams that called to this place could be anything but - so here he was, sleep-deprived, Del-deprived, and sanity-deprived, back on this hellhole of an island.

“And I’ll say it again, I never should have quit smoking…”

He plopped down on a bench, feeling along its back to see if he actually had the right bench. No carving. “Damn, and I thought I could find it first try…ah well…” Tilting his head up to the sky, he let out a drawn-out sigh and got to humming.

Abbi couldn’t believe that it was almost Christmas. She really wouldn’t have believed it and would have thought anyone that reminded her was taking the piss if the calendar hadn’t shown the ugly truth. While in past years she would have been excited, now..she was a little worried. She had never been as independently wealthy as some of the other Masters and Mistresses. but now she had even less and so many people that she wanted to show how grateful she was to have in her life.

The slave was making a mental list in her head, mumbling to herself as she strolled along, in absolutely no hurry since she was on her way to class. And not the music ones that she was usually on time for. When she first heard the voice she thought surely she were hallucinating. There was no way he would have come back, not when he had left with everything and everyone he had needed.. But then she heard him again, and there was no mistaking.

“Sam...?” Abbi breathed out, standing behind and a little to the side of him, moving her wavy hair to try and cover her collar.

Wearing considerably less than he would back when he was away from the island, going for a jog was still just as freeing as it always had been. Getting his exercise, keeping his blood flowing, and focusing on nothing but the passage of the trees alongside him and the tropical breeze behind his ears. It was troublesome readjusting to the rougher terrain.

He hadn’t been jogging for very long when he heard a soft voice call out, “Crap,” which he followed to a downed woman that was gripping her ankle. “Hey, you alright over here?”

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It has been far too long since I have had him. I do believe my body needs to be reacquainted with his…

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One of these nights, we are so going to fuck on our bench..

How do I feel Sam? I think that I may need a little memory refresher. You know how scattered I can get.

And by that I’m assuming you mean your sausage, darling?