[SE] god of wine

the bastion

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

Remi grins as Ronin makes hopeful eyes at the server, a silent promise in his smile that yes, they will absolutely finish another basket of shrimp if it arrives. Maybe even a third. It’s the kind of easy, gluttonous indulgence that’s only allowed at sunset with sand in your shoes and your husband looking particularly charming in backlit hues of gold.

As Ronin takes his sip, Remi watches like a hawk, then beams, arms lifting into an unmistakably Italian shrug of exaggerated innocence. So what if I carry you home? his expression says, mischief crinkling the corners of his eyes. "I’ve carried you through worse," he says with a playful huff, before raising his own glass again for another long, thoughtful sip.

This time he lets it linger, the cream and amaretto coating his tongue before he swallows and exhales a sigh of contentment. "Mmh. The only thing missing is live music." His gaze flicks around the cozy little wine bar, noting the absence of a stage or anyone tuning instruments. The bar did in fact have live performances, but only on the weekends.

Then, with a melodramatic snap of his fingers and a shake of his curls, Remi leans back in his seat and smirks. "Tsk. Guess we’ll just have to come back tomorrow night." His foot nudges Ronin’s again under the table, a touch of something quieter threading beneath the teasing.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!