idealism sits in prison

the bastion

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

Nodding emphatically at the mention of something to drink, Remi does his best to try and settle in the booth. He doesn't want it to feel as if it's them vs. Sunjata, but equally he can't quite pry himself away from his husband's side.

Mention of Safrin and Ludo has the Bastion snorting under his breath as he shoots a wry glance in Ronin's direction before giving his head a little shake. "And not a moment too soon, honestly." Pausing politely as the bartender arrived, Remi grinned appreciatively at the offerings before predictably sampling the gin.

"That reminds me. This is for you—my private batch, and this-" Sliding both the gin and the letter across the table, Remi nodded to the latter. "-is for Hotaru. It's nothing, uhm, well it is personal, but not from me." Remi badly explains, frowning at the words leaving his mouth before ruffling a hand through his curls. "What I mean, is that it's a message from someone in Mort's halls. I'm not sure who."

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!