just to see your light

REMI

Remi knows the voice. He knows it with the same intensity that he knows Ronin's, but not with the same intimacy. Or at least, not the same species of intimacy. The brackish water in his stomach sloshes up toward the back of his throat, and despite the warmth of the afternoon goosebumps trickle down the alchemist's bare arms.

He knows the voice.
He knows what's behind the waterfall; Finn isn't alone behind the curtain of sound.

Finn. Remi thinks the name, or perhaps he screams it. With wings suddenly outspread from his back, the alchemist clumsily launches himself over the red water and directly through the waterfall. The weight is enough that it would slam anyone else to the ground, and though Remi's wings can't keep him smoothly aloft, his strength at least carries him through. With a landing far less elegant than what he's normally capable of, drenched now and with lashes fluttering to clear water from his eyes, Remi looks around uncertainly for the man who shares his face.

Now don't you look so grand, runnin'
Through the reds of my traffic lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!