ain't no party like a Taliesin party

REMI

the alchemist

there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.

"I have." Remi confirms. Now that they both have wings, drops from high places don't seem nearly so bad. They'll catch themselves, whether at the top or at the bottom. So long as they're together the whole way, the Lullaby doesn't care.

Hitching in a breath that he does his best to keep silent, Remi feels the final dregs of murderous intent begin to evaporate, such is the heat he feels in his belly. "No of course there weren't any ghosts." He says dismissively. Letting his left hand fall away from Ronin's lower back, he twists it around his own body where he might tease the Huntsman's projection in precisely the same way Ronin was doing to him. Letting his palm mould itself around the bulge he could feel beginning to tent his husband's pants, Remi tightens his grip around Ronin's neck. "Ghosts don't clean up kitchens. Not without being told to, at least."

in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.