[SEASONAL EVENT] When you try your best but you don't succeed

REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun Remi found that interesting, that apparently he'd been the only one Sam had ever bit. In the moment he didn't know what to make of it, but filed it away to stew over on an inevitable night of loneliness and longing. "You will." The alchemist said softly. "And it won't. It doesn't." He added reassuringly, knowing the words were true in one sense, and the epitome of a lie in another. Were one of his shifts something domesticated or prey-based, his eyes might have rolled back out of terror revealing the whites in some blatant pantomime of willpower and restrain. Instead bits of amber and gold bled into the green of his shattered-glass gaze as his more primal instincts kicked in to try and steady himself. It didn't work of course, and Sam's lips against his skin was like acid on a fresh wound. What was worse was how his heart hammered and his throat caught unhelpfully in his chest. He knew what was coming, and traitorously, some part of him welcomed it. Whether out of some strange masochism or need for penance Remi would never know, but through the pain of it all there was pleasure just as Remi knew there would be. Grinding his teeth together in silent submission, Remi's mind echoed away, filling the enormous chamber of pleasure and sensation that Sam's bite opened up within himself. If the chasm of his anguish and grief was enormous, then this feeling made it seem tiny. But only while it lasted. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you