but you painted me golden

i could be anything in the world

One day, someone should study the psychology of shifted-humans. It was a strange thing indeed for Remi to be so worried about something as simple as Ianto playfully pressing his fingers against his lips, and yet be so very alright rocking the fox in his arms like a child. He wouldn't even bat an eye should the fox lick him. It was weird, shifting. But it was something different, and gods if Remi wasn't infinitely thankful that Ianto was in the body he was in, just now.

"But what feels good isn't always a good measure of what one should do." Trickling his fingers down the fox's spine while at the same time tilting his head into the feeling of whiskers frustratingly light against his ear, he falls silent as Ianto continues. Not that Remi's experiences were similar, but he did know the sort of ease the fox spoke of. In Northaven, brutal as some of the confines were, at least the rules were clear, the lines already drawn. He just had to toe them and everything would be alright.

"Mmmm." Remi hums against the fox, feeling the vibrations of his own voice reverberating through the small body. "I just...let myself go here for the last year, but it didn't help. And unlike you, I think being alone might be worse for me."

THE ALCHEMIST

but all i wanted was to be his