[se] wild in the silence

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

'Well as long as you're getting paid." Remi replies, sensing the topic is over but relieved that it ended on a less unhappy note than he might have thought.

Now it was Remi's turn for casual crassness. Running his fingers through his curls and filling his lungs with a deep breath of salty and wet air, he exhaled with a shrug. "Oh I'm plenty funny when I want to be. It's just murder and being a cruel asshole takes up so much of my time now." Stormy as Finn's gaze was, the Alchemist met it evenly before turning back to assess their work.

Had he an ear to cock he would have done. Instead, his head twisted slightly to the side, considering Finn's invitation to continue. "Now I have never wanted to run away more, despite living arguably in the best conditions I've ever had." Remi had never thought to leave his father's wagon. Had never been unhappy with his one-room home in Northaven with the broken door. Had been content in Ronin's guildhouse even with the ghost of his soon-to-be-husband floating about. Now, with a home built by friends in paradise, an impressive job and stable relationship, the itch to disappear had never been stronger.

THE ALCHEMIST

maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing