i'd bring you further roses
This would have been new information even if Remi had retained all of his memories. Withering inside, had Remi been a man he'd have drawn his knees to his chest, made himself small in the wake of this. What he had been told by Vai and Ronin and previous by Ianto, was that the pair had been fast friends, coming up with crazy ideas and wiling away the day with all sorts of strange activities. That they had slept together almost seemed like...an outlet. Something they had both needed, but it had never occurred to Remi that it had ever been anything more to the fox.
And of course he couldn't remember if it had ever been more to him. He didn't even know that Ianto had been his first...well. Everything.
I... Remi thought with a nervous sort of stupidity. Through the bond though, Ianto would be able to feel the way the alchemist clung to the safety of the lion's form, the separation it afforded him in this moment, but also how guilty he felt remaining in it. Hiding, almost, from whatever truth and reality the two were hedging upon.
And so the alchemist was frozen for the space of a few heartbeats, large golden eyes searching a face which was distractingly handsome and speaking with a voice so kind, even though the words were about Remi and another man.
Eventually though it was the note in Remi's pocket that made everything snap into focus. A note given to him by a man who seemed to profess the same things that the fox was. A once upon a time challenged by circumstance and memory loss. But where Sam had decided to forget the alchemist, to free them of their obligations Sam had said, Ianto had stayed. Had persisted. Admitted when it was hard and hurtful but had found a way to move forward, even if it was slow and uncomfortable at times.
And so, with a cautious sort of slowness, the tawny mane shrunk into curls, the powerful paws into hands gently clasped in his lap, and the strong golden eyes into pale ones that peered back into the fox's blue. "Thank you." Remi said through lips suddenly gone quite dry. Licking them, Remi ran a hand over the piece of paper folded in his pocket. "For not leaving me. Then, or now."
And of course he couldn't remember if it had ever been more to him. He didn't even know that Ianto had been his first...well. Everything.
I... Remi thought with a nervous sort of stupidity. Through the bond though, Ianto would be able to feel the way the alchemist clung to the safety of the lion's form, the separation it afforded him in this moment, but also how guilty he felt remaining in it. Hiding, almost, from whatever truth and reality the two were hedging upon.
And so the alchemist was frozen for the space of a few heartbeats, large golden eyes searching a face which was distractingly handsome and speaking with a voice so kind, even though the words were about Remi and another man.
Eventually though it was the note in Remi's pocket that made everything snap into focus. A note given to him by a man who seemed to profess the same things that the fox was. A once upon a time challenged by circumstance and memory loss. But where Sam had decided to forget the alchemist, to free them of their obligations Sam had said, Ianto had stayed. Had persisted. Admitted when it was hard and hurtful but had found a way to move forward, even if it was slow and uncomfortable at times.
And so, with a cautious sort of slowness, the tawny mane shrunk into curls, the powerful paws into hands gently clasped in his lap, and the strong golden eyes into pale ones that peered back into the fox's blue. "Thank you." Remi said through lips suddenly gone quite dry. Licking them, Remi ran a hand over the piece of paper folded in his pocket. "For not leaving me. Then, or now."
but it does you no good
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.
