All That Glitters

Sam whirled around at the ghost of a hand on his shoulder, mentally begging Remi not to make this into a thing, to just let him try and find his way out so they wouldn't have to work around the uncomfortable feelings of the bite again. But of course Remi was right; when Sam looked down the path he had been about to set down on, he felt his resolve crumble. It would take him an age to find a way out if he ever did, and he'd heard tales of the creatures in the Labyrinth for years. Remi looked handsome in the moonlight, which really didn't help with the flood of emotions Sam felt himself drowning under as he began to apologise. Immediately Sam wanted to insist it wasn't necessary, that Remi was telling him things he already knew, but...he felt that wasn't what was needed. He took a step forward away from the threatening path behind him and tried to think of what to say. He hoped this Remi would realise, as he had before, that this was just time he needed to formulate his thoughts. "I...I kn-know it's hard...that's why I...I didn't w-want to ask you. T-to do it again." He had thought that obvious, but perhaps it wasn't. "I...I don't w-want you to apologise. It's...n-none of this is y..your fault." As much as he hated the whole situation, Sam blamed Ludo and not Remi. He had sat up at night hating Ludo with a passion he'd never found before for a God. "...Wh..what do you wan-want to do? Y...you're th..the one starting out with this." 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