it's not what it looks like
"Ah, penalty of death never stopped me from much," Ianto said with a sly smirk - then again, he always ran at the first sign of any punishment, so perhaps that was why it didn't give him much pause. "Though true, I can't really blame you for feeling cautious, especially in a place like Northaven. That was worse than Northwind, I think, even though I wasn't there for very long." It had made an impression, no matter the small amount of time Ianto had spent within the Wall.
He arched an eyebrow as Remi moved closer, whilst his voice conveyed an entirely different opinion. A frown flickered across the fox's face, before he let it settle into a warm and understanding smile. "Maybe," he said. "And maybe it's a very good idea. Either way - good ideas never hurt anyone, and bad ideas are my favourite." His fingers smoothed through the feathers in Remi's hair, gently moving around until he could cup the alchemist's cheek.
"At least there's no death penalty here," he murmured. "Not for this, anyway." As for what this meant, precisely, Ianto clarified his statement by leaning in, lips brushing across Remi's in the lightest, most careful of kisses.
He arched an eyebrow as Remi moved closer, whilst his voice conveyed an entirely different opinion. A frown flickered across the fox's face, before he let it settle into a warm and understanding smile. "Maybe," he said. "And maybe it's a very good idea. Either way - good ideas never hurt anyone, and bad ideas are my favourite." His fingers smoothed through the feathers in Remi's hair, gently moving around until he could cup the alchemist's cheek.
"At least there's no death penalty here," he murmured. "Not for this, anyway." As for what this meant, precisely, Ianto clarified his statement by leaning in, lips brushing across Remi's in the lightest, most careful of kisses.
