idealism sits in prison

the bastion

How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?

With a bottle of homemade gin in one hand and his husband's clasped in the other, quite why it felt as if the pair were walking into some unknown battle rather than strolling towards one of the nicest brothels in all of Caido, Remi wasn't sure. Perhaps it had something to do with the pinkish blush of the clouds that threatened any moment to turn blood red with the setting of the sun, or the unsettling quiet of Meadowreach, but whatever it was the Bastion found that his thoughts felt entirely too loud.

"I really didn't think it was going to feel this weird." He admits, glancing over his shoulder and raising his eyebrows. They'd of course let Sunjata know that they were coming, had booked a room, and had asked the Flood to meet them for a drink that evening so that they could all talk. It was a wonderfully adult thing to do, and having had several days for them all to collectively wrap their minds around it, why it should still feel as though it had crept up on them, Remi didn't know.

Having very recently been to the House of Midnight the Taliesin's were able to check themselves in and find their way up to their room without any issue.

If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!