Apéritif

& doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?

Remi hums in a considerate breath. "I suppose time will tell how prophetic we are." He says with a small shrug, eyeing the decanter of whiskey for a moment but not pouring himself any more.

With a sharp turn of his head, Remi perhaps having expected Finn to say something else entirely, he regards the other man carefully for a moment as his eyes try to see through something that probably isn't there at all. "I...think I would like that." He replies a touch cautiously, before glancing toward the treeline. "Perhaps you might even sharpen some of your skills here..." So saying a man clearly clutching a purse and looking entirely the role of a villain rushes across their field of vision. Shouts of "thief, thief!" follow him as he darts into the trees.

Remi grins wryly at Finn and shrugs his shoulders. 'Vai told me all sorts of fantastical who-dunnit stories when I was younger..' He adds for context; in this particular tale, the man running actually wasn't the thief, but was being set up by someone else so that they might position themselves as the rightful owner of the contents of the purse.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)