feeling all the shades of indigo

REMI

& now I'm all alone in the dark of night

He thinks of Ronin, asleep and alone in their bed, while he makes tea for a woman he's inadvertently gotten pregnant, possibly about to give birth in the bed of a woman both Lullaby and Huntsman both consider their mother. It's all hopelessly tangled without the repercussions of other decisions he's made muddying the waters: his ongoing discontent with Sunjata and Nate, the invasion of Halo, the upcoming war.

Staring at the tea leaves while the water boils, Remi grips the edge of Vai's countertop so hard that his fingers leave marks in the wood. Biting the inside of his cheek, the alchemist sweeps his fingers back and forth across the wood as if he might be able to erase this latest mistake by sheer will and friction alone. He can't of course, and for some reason this has his stomach sinking down toward his heels, fixing him in place.

Stirred only by the kettle whistling, Remi pours it over the leaves before setting another to boil. No doubt they'll need more than one pot before the night is through, but this he'll let cool in the night air that it might steep longer.

Appearing in the doorframe like some awkward and too-large butler, Remi holds both tea and glasses on a tray, hesitant to enter. 'What else can I bring?"

The moon is shining but I can't see the light