Ravensblood Forest drop me in the water; try to make me clean

three, he says. three besides him - small but not insignificant, evidence of something growing. he smiles under constatine's study, relaxing. "i am," samothes says easily, "if you'll have me." there is a fleeting something under his tone, not as opaque as flirtation but a subtle indication nonetheless - though it is fast and easily overlooked. there are, after all, other matters to attend to, regardless of his proclivities.