Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
You say that, but I actually think you have a good direct way of speaking. You say what you mean. But...yes, the feelings do help. It would be useful in everyday life, I think. To always know someone's feelings, intentions...I have never been good at reading people. Sam had often found people said one thing but meant another, and he'd never been able to properly pick up on it.
He did not expect Remi to return his feelings. He'd blown his chance after all, hadn't he? Maybe in a few years, he'd said, but really Sam had meant to give Remi the freedom to go off and find someone better, more deserving. Sam wasn't sure what it was he deserved himself, but it wasn't Remi's sweet words or soft eyes, his humour and gentle forgiveness.
Sam let himself rock just a little as Remi nudged him, not enough to fall but enough to feel the weight of his little body go back and forth; to be so carefree was truly a new and wonderful experience. He understood now the unspoken thing in Remi's words, that to fly he'd have to bite again. Maybe, though I do not know many Attuned, and especially not many who would let me bite them. Perhaps I will just write a poem about it one day. They say words can almost achieve the real thing.
This was a joke, but he did know that unless he was to drink from Remi again, it would be unlikely he would fly. It is odd. When I am as a man, the urge to bite is always there, usually faint and in the background, easy to ignore...but still there. But like this, it is gone entirely. I do wonder why The Voice lets us so entirely experience the lives of other races when she seems to hold so much distaste for what the other Gods do to Accepted.
