Without thinking, Sam nodded in agreement. What a pointless gesture to do from the other side of the door…maybe there was a reason he’d been caught. He was so very foolish. Or maybe it was their magic that made him this way. He couldn’t quite tell anymore. Who he had been before and who he was now meshed together, limbs intertwined so that he could no longer discern one from the other. It made his stomach turn to realize just how much of himself he was losing each day…but Sally reminded him. Yes, she reminded him of the world just outside his small window, too small and high up for him too see out of. He could hear the warmth in her voice as she spoke to him, and it reminded him of the small but always welcome rays of sunshine that would sometimes slip into his chambers. And so he sat down without hesitation, hoping to hear more from Sally’s mouth, to soak in the warm rays of her company.
Sam continued to nod as she spoke, not caring if she couldn’t see him. Maybe she could sense it…feel him maybe. There wasn’t all bad magic here, so perhaps, there was still some that lingered and favored them. He sighed softly, his eyes closing to imagine all the ballerinas in their skirts and leggings, knitting together bits of music he’d heard into a strange waltz that his rat-like tail idly swayed to the rhythm of. Yes, sweet and sad and easy to dance to, he knew just what that sounded like. At least, he thought he did. The man made a short affirmative noise and then he hummed a few notes of the little mish-mash waltz he’d put together in his head, leaving it off with upturned whine, curious as to what she thought of it or if he was even close. He doubted it, but such an innocent inquiry made feel almost as if this was any other conversation in any other place. At the very least he could try and pretend that it was.
Though muffled and barely audible through the thick door, Sally did manage to catch his innocent humming that made her wish she could bring music to him. What a precious gift it would have been… downright impossible too. His own melody was far from the one she spent all afternoon dancing to, stuck inside her head and replaying itself over and over again — like a damaged record about to drive her insane. But who was she to break the illusion? Beaming like she never had before, Sally shut her eyes and joined him into creating their own, improvised waltz that lasted until he chose to fall silent once more. Being there, sprawled out on the floor after long hours of practicing her soul out was anything but comfortable… however, it remained her absolute favorite moment of the day, something good to look forward to. “Just like that, you’re right… see? They may have tried changing you, but you still haven’t forgotten.”
Not everything was lost.
Falling asleep wasn’t an option ( not with all the witches aching to punish them for doing something they shouldn’t ), yet Sally could already feel herself slowly drifting off into sweet oblivion. Small hands grasped the flaps of her own sweater, pulling it closer and tighter around the shivering mess that was her torso. Cold fabric couldn’t keep her warm, though, the blonde’s heart yearned for something more… someone that would make her feel alive, like a real life woman. “Would you hold me, if you could? I know you would — there’s not a single bad bone in your body.”