idealism sits in prison

the bastion

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

Letting his fingers pulse errant starbursts across his husband's knee, Remi finds himself relaxing properly into the conversation as it turns from Ronin and Hotaru, to Flora, and finally to the cordillera.

"It's certainly the place to go if you don't want to be bothered by anyone." The Bastion chuckles as he raises his glass in a toast meant to mock himself and all the months he'd spent in the mountains hiding away from the world. "I wouldn't think any of the dragons would bother you, nor Hotaru if she's with you." He continues with a shrug before glancing at Ronin for confirmation that he wasn't sending the Flood and Valkyrie to their deaths.

"They can be a bit bothersome at first, but nothing the two of you couldn't handle. In fact—" Raising his eyebrows as he turns to Ronin, Remi's emotions colour the bond where they touch as inspiration strikes. "—that could be where we have dinner? Unless that's too far to go."

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

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