i'd bring you further roses
The silver in the fox's tongue had been polished to a bright shine, and Remi couldn't help the way his heart seemed to melt and float upwards made buoyant by the whimsical nature of what his friend had said; something no one else would ever have been able to get away with, Remi was sure.
Remi leaned with a sort of animalistic wariness into the hand against his cheek, his expression one of cagey reservation. This was happening. He'd known it would from the moment he protested to remain in the wagon and all the moments thereafter: hands on his, the way he kept bringing up their shared past, the step forward he'd taken. Still, feathers compounded and his heart raced with a warning pulse. Remi had put up barriers if only to berate himself as he past them by, sailing through red lights that had no meaning here.
Remi shivered against the arm still around his waist, his lips parted but not quite kissing the fox back. Not at first anyways. Eyes closed in what almost looked like a pained expression, he merely felt Ianto against him, his hand on the man's hip tightening slightly. Pulling in small sips of air against the fox's lips, Remi pulled his head back just enough that his lips could move freely though would still likely ghost the merchant's. "I do not want to lose you. Not again." He pleaded, confessed, admitted.
Because that was the thing. Anyone Remi had ever loved had gone away.
Remi leaned with a sort of animalistic wariness into the hand against his cheek, his expression one of cagey reservation. This was happening. He'd known it would from the moment he protested to remain in the wagon and all the moments thereafter: hands on his, the way he kept bringing up their shared past, the step forward he'd taken. Still, feathers compounded and his heart raced with a warning pulse. Remi had put up barriers if only to berate himself as he past them by, sailing through red lights that had no meaning here.
Remi shivered against the arm still around his waist, his lips parted but not quite kissing the fox back. Not at first anyways. Eyes closed in what almost looked like a pained expression, he merely felt Ianto against him, his hand on the man's hip tightening slightly. Pulling in small sips of air against the fox's lips, Remi pulled his head back just enough that his lips could move freely though would still likely ghost the merchant's. "I do not want to lose you. Not again." He pleaded, confessed, admitted.
Because that was the thing. Anyone Remi had ever loved had gone away.
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.
