On this winter's night with you

"Y-you're very talented." Sam said, smiling down at the wine. Remi was able to make so many things; he was sure if they were stuck somewhere and had to survive Remi could have them a whole house and pantry in moments. Remi trailed off, but Sam knew what he meant. He shrugged and tilted his head from side to side. "I...I th-think with the wine it's more the...c-colour. But yes, I do t..taste your blood. When I drink." He looked off to the side and down, still a little ashamed to admit he liked drinking from Remi even though it was clearly enjoyable for both of them. "...It's...th-the best thing. I've ever tasted." He kissed the bite mark on Remi's neck, the two dark pinpricks both horrible and exciting to see. He had done that, he had made a mark on Remi and they had shared so much time together now...it was a sign of the trust between them, of how far they'd come since the first time in the cave. "You...pr-probably think it sounds strange. But...w-we aren't here for m-me. Do you want t-to...talk more?" Samuel I'm starting to wake from silent sleep I'm starting to break and I can grieve