the bastion
And you should know,
I left but never lost my place
I left but never lost my place
Remi lets his fingers graze across Ronin’s back as they part, his hand lingering just long enough to remind the Knight that the warmth between them doesn’t vanish just because they’ve taken seats. Sliding smoothly into the booth, he draws his leg beneath the table and immediately presses one foot against Ronin’s with deliberate familiarity, the contact lazy but purposeful.
Raising a brow as if suspicious, he echoes the offer with a wry twist of amusement: "Cocktail specials?" Like they’ve just stepped into some sort of tourist trap and he’s bracing for pineapple skewers and flower-shaped fruit garnishes. But the suspicion doesn’t last, he snickers under his breath and shrugs, reaching lazily for the edge of the menu only to push it back toward Ronin instead. "Mm. Surprise me, then. Though if there’s anything that comes in a coconut shell with a tiny sword, you know I’ll be taking that one."
Letting his eyes drift across the wine bar, Remi takes in the glow of warm lanterns against polished wood and deep reds, the way the dusklight slants in gold stripes across the floors and tabletops. His tone is dry but fond as his gaze settles back on his husband. "So," he drawls, resting his chin in one hand, "care to place a bet on how long before Flora calls us in to rebuild her next bar?" He lifts his brows pointedly.
Raising a brow as if suspicious, he echoes the offer with a wry twist of amusement: "Cocktail specials?" Like they’ve just stepped into some sort of tourist trap and he’s bracing for pineapple skewers and flower-shaped fruit garnishes. But the suspicion doesn’t last, he snickers under his breath and shrugs, reaching lazily for the edge of the menu only to push it back toward Ronin instead. "Mm. Surprise me, then. Though if there’s anything that comes in a coconut shell with a tiny sword, you know I’ll be taking that one."
Letting his eyes drift across the wine bar, Remi takes in the glow of warm lanterns against polished wood and deep reds, the way the dusklight slants in gold stripes across the floors and tabletops. His tone is dry but fond as his gaze settles back on his husband. "So," he drawls, resting his chin in one hand, "care to place a bet on how long before Flora calls us in to rebuild her next bar?" He lifts his brows pointedly.
and these nights I miss you most
my heart is yours to break
my heart is yours to break
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
