maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
And so down they both tumble, Ianto hitting the ground first and Remi not far behind. Both holding the same wood. "Thought it was a staff." The Lullaby sasses back, though once he realizes that the success of his maneuver has put him astride the fox, does he instantly release his grip and awkwardly stand, backing away. With cheeks aflame and a runaway heartbeat, Remi clears his throat, eyes once again on anything save for the golden-smile merchant.
"Good. Uhm, that was.." There's a bright flourish of heat that ascends marvellously from his groin into the back of his throat, and Remi has to sip in a breath of air awkwardly around it. But it was clear that what Ianto had done wasn't good. Being flat on his back with an assailant on top of him was a fairly dangerous position to be in. Unless..
"..good job using your opponents' weaknesses against them." Because Ianto was that to Remi, especially now.
"Good. Uhm, that was.." There's a bright flourish of heat that ascends marvellously from his groin into the back of his throat, and Remi has to sip in a breath of air awkwardly around it. But it was clear that what Ianto had done wasn't good. Being flat on his back with an assailant on top of him was a fairly dangerous position to be in. Unless..
"..good job using your opponents' weaknesses against them." Because Ianto was that to Remi, especially now.
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.
