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.

With Ronin's hand safely locked in his own, Remi doesn't even glance into the kitchen as they stroll past. His thoughts are solidly of his husband, and should they begin to wander, he need only reflect back on their bathroom adventures to give himself something suitable to think about. (Suitable, being debatable perhaps, but thinking of sex with Ronin was far better than thinking of sex and/or murder with Finn). "Smells really good." He offers with a smile to Tobi as he takes his seat between the Huntsman and his son. "All ghosts are gone." Remi adds, knowing this not to be a lie, no matter what was or wasn't done in the bathroom.

From the middle of the table, Oria pokes her head out and gives Remi a warm trill and raises her thimble. 'It isn't polite to cheers until everyone is at the tale.' He mumbles gently to her, inclining his head toward the kitchen but keeping his eyes on the table.

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