All That Glitters

Remi was clearly affected by the bite but Sam was actually surprised how well he seemed to be taking it, riding the pleasure from the bite until he was alright and then standing, offering him a hand which Sam gladly took. It felt odd to only be touching with their hands after such a rush of lust and need, but Sam was happy for the chance to touch at all. "...Then. I su-suppose we should go." He said once he was up, holding out his arms and closing his eyes to transform. It felt like a necessary part of it for him now, something he'd done since the first time; he didn't consider that it might look bizarre to Remi who had now never seen it before. Slowly feathers began to spring from his arms, his fingers becoming long and soft at a rate much more sluggish than Remi's quick transformations. But eventually it had worked and he was a bird, jumping up and gliding from only a few metres up just to make sure he remembered how to do it. Are you ready? I think I know where to go. He asked Remi, wanting to both change the topic from the bite and go towards the item which was calling him. 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