Samuel
Drench a kitchen rag in heretics blood
"Oh, be quiet. You know I care about you." Sam replied with a roll of his eyes, not having much patience for anything Nate was trying to do at the moment. He was about to speak again when the sudden hand appeared and poked him, which made him lean back with a wrinkled nose and pouting lips. "Ugh. No, that wasn't an option. We can't have our most powerful family member working on false information."It seemed the majority of the initial tension was dissipating as Nate rushed over to pet the cat; Sam relaxed and listened to the story, leaning against his counter and watching his 'brother' closely. "I didn't hear all too much about the visions themselves. People are desperate for hope - I don't think you'd have to come up with anything too amazing...so you're saying they're real, then? You swear to me?" If Nate looked back to Sam, he would be met with a surprisingly intense gaze from the usually shy man.
Wash your windows and prepare for the flood
