maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Once upon a time the words beat you off coming from Ianto would have sent Remi running for the hills. In those days the alchemist had fled from the merchant when tensions got too high and he thought he couldn't keep himself on the right side of things. Now in a similar situation, this one brought on not by overbearing monarchs but by equally as uncaring gods, the alchemist felt for the first time in a long, long while, the inability to endure Ianto's presence.
Fuck sake. Miserably thought, Remi internally gives himself a shake and shoots a smirk back toward Ianto. It wasn't like the fox didn't know what Remi was dealing with, even if he didn't understand the extent of it.
"Right then. You've got your stick. Step one complete. Now, what level of...threat would you like me to pose? Shall we start with...say...Oliver levels of threat?"
Fuck sake. Miserably thought, Remi internally gives himself a shake and shoots a smirk back toward Ianto. It wasn't like the fox didn't know what Remi was dealing with, even if he didn't understand the extent of it.
"Right then. You've got your stick. Step one complete. Now, what level of...threat would you like me to pose? Shall we start with...say...Oliver levels of threat?"
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
