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.

Remi had meant he'd keep the secret of the lie of course, and having not received much of a response from Finn their entire conversation, the Lullaby stiffens slightly as Finn fixes him with a stormy stare. The words are surprising, and though what he wants to say in response is fuck me yourself, he simply gapes for a moment too long. 'Finn—'' Remi tries through lips gone quite dry, only to have a blood napkin thrown in his face that he really ought to be repulsed by. There isn't enough time to sound or act apologetic before the Spyglass is gone.

Blushing guilty roses, Remi looks at the smear of red on white, clenching his teeth together and saying nothing for a long moment. Out of the centrepiece, Oria appears with her thimble of wine, glaring at Remi. "It wasn't that bad." He mutters defensively, rubbing his palm against one of his ears as if he might smear away the heat building there.

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