[SE] god of wine

the bastion

And you should know,
I left but never lost my place

Remi snorts softly, the sound full of warmth and resigned amusement, and rolls his eyes as if to say fair enough. "Well, lucky us," he murmurs, because Flora does always seem to be conveniently catastrophic, and what would they even talk about without the ongoing drama of their firestarter daughter? Probably the weather. Or Ronin's coconut shrimp and why there isn't more of it.

As Ronin launches into his truly riveting analysis of their drinks, Remi’s expression turns skeptical, brows arching high. He tilts his head, squinting at his creamy concoction like it might reveal its secrets if he stares hard enough. "Mmmmm," he hums dryly. "Sea breeze and rabbits, I should have guessed."

Still, curiosity gets the better of him. Drawing the glass closer, he carefully lifts it, fending off a flower petal that tries to cling to his upper lip. He doesn’t seem to know—or trust—that it’s edible. But the drink itself? His frown lingers a beat too long before it smooths into reluctant approval. "It’s...actually quite good," he admits with a small nod, lifting his glass slightly in a modest and more genuine cheers before motioning toward Ronin’s. "How's yours?"

and these nights I miss you most
my heart is yours to break

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!