All That Glitters

As Remi's blood rushed into his mouth Sam felt the tension drop from his shoulders, the rush of free joy so great it eliminated his concerns for a moment, the blood delicious and sweet and his heart filled with familiar desire for Remi, to touch and feel and-- He jerked back as Remi quickly wrenched his wrist away, unable to hide the look of hurt and disappointment in his eyes before he could replace it with the mask of appropriate understanding. He had told Remi to stop him if he'd wanted to, after all, but he'd expected a word or a tap, not a rough pulling away. He wiped his lips where blood was staining them and straightened up. "It's...it's al-alright. I suppose it's...it's a lot, right?" It had been for him too, but he had been ready to delve into all of it, to let it consume him and both of them and start them on the journey again. He could tell from the quickly fading taste on his tongue that he had taken no where near enough blood to use Remi's powers, though. He held his arm and looked over apologetically. "I...d-didn't get enough. But that...doesn't mean w-we have to do it again. We c..could just walk." He wanted to give Remi an out, a chance to decide not to do this before it got too far. Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness