sister silver // silk & sampson
Feb 10, 2021 20:09:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2021 20:09:38 GMT -5
s a m p s o n
Sampson took the closest thing to a break year as they could muster, spending every aching second drinking deep purple wine and basking in sunlight. Just as their mother instructed. You see, family is so important because they are the closest thing to your shared reality, and Sampson has always trusted their mother's word above most else. Business boomed their first year, Sampson took helm and profited every second of Jade's momentum, decadent expose day after day.
"I just don't know what went wrong, girl," they'd say on the phone, Sailor on the other end pretending to understand their pain.
When your cathedral burns down, it's hard to build god again out of the remains. Sampson tried to build that Val girl up to what she could have been, but they realized how difficult it was to work with dead weight. She resigned the second she walked onto that stage, given her life to her district partner and that's what Sampson loved, that's what lit the fire under their steps.
Not their friendship, but Jade's willingness to live. That fight, that dynamic, family didn't make Val, family killed the bitch. Jade had determination and grit, she had what it took and made Sampson so proud -- that's what they fucking needed.
And luckily, that's exactly what they got.
Sampson could hardly believe it, wore nothing but black the entire day waiting to see her in person: Silk goddamn Le Roux. They didn't want to jinx a thing, not a single hair on her single head; they remembered working with Ridley the first month they took over the stylist position, and even in the background Silk was radiant. Crown goddamn Heir of the Le Rouxes, stunning in monarch and quartz and decadence and just "oh my god, I am so excited to meet you. Finally!"
They couldn't blink.
Unlike last year, Sampson waited until she had made it into the training center. No distractions, no male to get in the way, Silk was escorted into the hotel floor and allowed to get comfortable. She eats and showers, and Sampson's sipping their wine until they're finally able to meet her back on floor 0, shining as she does back in the lobby, "I'm Sampson Crowe, stylist to Katelyn, Nico and your Ridley," they say, digging into their bag for the entry gift.
Sampson's always preferred the hands on approach, treating their tributes like family. Kinda skipped the middle step this year with Le Roux, they already know everything they need to. "And now I'm all your's, a complete pleasure," there's pride in the way they talk, pulling a deep red velvet ring box out of their bag and into Silk's hand.
"I'm surprised Ky isn't alongside you! I figured it'd be a family reunion this year."