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

"Oh I don't know," Remi says with a chuckle, glancing sidelong at her. "I feel like you can hardly tell I was ever leader of anywhere, given how little bureaucracy I am inclined to permit."

At her entirely reasonable point about not asking Deimos for magical outerwear before they have had anything resembling a proper conversation, Remi hums as if she has just said something exceptionally wise, which, of course, she has. "Well, maybe on one of your wild nights out with Everest, you can go and see him," he suggests, his expression solemn except for a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Remi's gaze drops back to the twins, and for a moment, something unspoken moves behind his eyes before he smooths it away beneath another sip of coffee. It is not a thought he lets fully form, not here and not yet. Instead, he nods, his smile returning crookedly as he looks back to Isla. "It is important for children to have friends when they are young," he agrees, and then adds with a warmer smirk, "No offence to you or Everest, of course. I am sure you are both riveting company for a nine-year-old."

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)