Re: Reaction/Text
[Yeah, the feeding thing was kinda a necessity. Sometimes the underground city had blood in bags and vials, but sometimes not, and Sam kinda took whatever. She wasn't scared of men like she'd been once. It wasn't like that bad stuff was GONE. Nah, it still lived in her gut, but she knew she could kill most anyone in this place without them hurting a hair on her head. It was liberating, yeah? No more victimization, no more fear, and she kinda got a high from that. And, ok, maybe she'd even tried some drugs down here, but she didn't think she COULD get hooked anymore. But, boredom, yeah? It always led Sam to trouble, and so here she was, texting and walking some kinda razor-fine line with her already poorly contained chaotic nature.] I want you to promise first, huh?
[And she KNEW her baby!daddy. She knew Cris was happy running a store and staying home nights. She hadn't known that good back when she was using and life was fucking nuts, but she knew it now. He wanted peace or something, and she was worried, ok? It made the chaos kinda bubble, concerns in a cauldron and Sam always wore shit like that on her sleeve.]