I will pay the bill, you taste the wine

Let's not get lost in the dark blue
But darling if we do, just find me and I'll find you

Remi raises his eyebrows at that, the sound that leaves him boyish and faintly apologetic as he glances sidelong at Isla. "Oh," he says, dimples appearing despite himself. "I thought with Everest being one that Fern would be as well."

The mention of Flora’s new title draws a long, resigned sigh from him, the sort of sigh that starts somewhere behind the ribs and leaves with its shoes dragging. His gaze flicks over his shoulder to Isla, then down to the twins. "Ronin was obviously more upset, given his history with Safrin." The words are careful, not because he needs to hide anything from Isla, but because some old wounds have edges even when they are not actively bleeding. "Neither of us were particularly happy to hear it, though."

A faint crease forms between his brows as he looks ahead, steering the stroller gently around another uneven place in the path. "And Flora did not take that well. She told us, we reacted poorly, and about a minute later she stormed out." His mouth twists, tired and self-critical.

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)