Re: Gotham: Sam & Liam
[A different place was right, and it was different in a way that made his very bones ache with repulsion. Fingers twitched again, clenched into the fabric of the pajama bottoms he wore, opulence passing by them outside the windows. The skies were clear, crisp midnight blue with the stars nearly visible, and he looked out at them, thinking, planning.
His attention was drawn back to her, dragged back, and there was something different in his face then, something that wasn't quite him.] I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sam.
[Blue when flat, and twitching fingers pulled at the latch to the door, cold air whipping into the cab as he all but launched himself out into the night. The cabbie came to a hard halt, tires squealing, but Liam was already gone. White wings against the dark sky that took him higher and higher until he wasn't visible any longer. There was no thought in the action, nothing but instinct driving him on, away from the place where magics ran deep, from the place that he could not, would not go.]