Samuel
It seemed Seren was aware of the monsters to at least some extent, so Sam didn't feel too bad revealing that horrible truth to her. While he had grown up with the monsters and saw their existence as something almost mundane and inherent to his life, he didn't want to unnecessarily wound a young mind with fears. "It...do-does have monsters, in..indeed. They're ve-very frightening and violent. I've kno-known a lot of people who have bee...been hurt. I have, too."Wanting to make sure she understood the seriousness of it, he pulled off the glove on his right hand: three missing fingers, now healed but still obviously taken off unevenly at the knuckles. "..They di-did this to me, last year." Admittedly because he'd stuck his hand in ones mouth, but he wasn't going to share that detail.
Sam could relate to not being sure if you enjoyed parties or not: he always felt stuck between an obligation to be normal and have fun and a desire to be home reading a book in bed.
"Um...I li-like to read, and write. Sometimes I go..go on walks, or I've re-recently started swimming in the ocean." He smiled, memories of that night with Zeph returning, the soft and gentle nature of it all and the waves quietly moving around them. "What about yo-you?"
I drink too much coffee and I think of you often
In a city where reality has long been forgotten
