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 snickers at that, the sound low and amused as he glances at Isla from beneath raised brows. "I also ruled Torchline, I will have you remember," he says, bouncing his eyebrows at her with a smugness that is immediately undercut by the fact that one of his tentacles is currently losing a battle of wills against Carlo and a star-bell.

His wing stays where it is despite her nudge, warm and steady against the wind off the sea, though he does roll his eyes as she paints her picture of staying warm in Halo. "Oh no, wrapped around your..." He trails off, his nose wrinkling slightly. Glancing at her, Remi tilts his head. "Boyfriend seems like a very strange thing to call him, all things considered."

His gaze drops again to the twins as Isla speaks, and for just a moment, something darkens his expression as Remi cannot help but think of Flora and Enzo, of one twin left with an emptiness where the other should have been, of how no parent ever imagines one half of a pair having to learn the shape of the world alone. He smooths it away before it can settle too deeply, his smile returning as he looks back to Isla. "No, you are right about that," he says softly, then glances down as Calan kicks beneath his blanket with a small, outraged grunt. "Sometimes I think the reason they cry so much is that they are just upset they are in two separate bodies instead of one."

the bastion

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)