[se] wild in the silence

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

Finn is slightly taller, but it isn't because of this that the Alchemist's chin rises. It is a way to supplicate his predatory nature, to keep his inner demons from clawing their way out. Still, feathers trickle unhappily through his curls and his lip threatens to curl at having Finn so close.

"I'm not hard to find." Remi says carefully, very much wanting to step back but having absolutely no reason to do so. Finn's apology means little. If anything Remi is annoyed with himself for wasting limited resources on a man who in his mind, has an aptitude for being contrary. Being intentionally difficult. The words Vai said to him linger in his ears, but they are most drowned out by the roar of the sea.

"I tried to do something nice for you, and you turned it down." The Alchemist remarks. "A strange choice, for someone apparently worried about my internal balance." Remi's sea-shattered eyes narrow just a fraction, the skin tightening as he tries to measure the man before him. A third time they've met now and still Remi can't tell who is leading this dance and who is following. Who is pushing who.

THE ALCHEMIST

maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing